A DARK COCOON

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The moon passes the sun.

Morning bows out, all done.

Darkness unveils its grim poker hand

to the drum beat of the marching band.

A moment of blackness

brings fears of more darkness.

What if your life was all dark?

The sun never lefts its mark.

The mornings and nights the same,

bringing you mountains of pain.

No relief from the bleak cocoon

like digging your grave with a spoon.

Years fade and turn to dust,

your memory goes bust.

Trapped in walls of despair,

without holes for the air.

Is this living or not?

She is stuck in one spot.

Too afraid to venture outside,

a further blow to her lost pride.

She hides in the nursing home,

where she reaches for the phone.

“Help me,”​ she cries out.

No one can help out.

Lost in her dark cocoon,

where she fits like a spoon.

Waiting for death to take its flight

to a better place in the light.

LOST IN A STORM

Dark are the nights

The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness fills the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Flashes light the darkening sky.

Yes, I can feel it.​

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Will it bring me down to its depths?

I spread my arms wide.

Lift my head up high.

And let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity.

Lost to the rushing wind.

Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To the heavenly place beyond.

HIS DEAR FACE

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In my heart, I know he is there.
Waiting for me, I have no fear.

Lost him so many years ago.
Tears have finally stopped to flow.

One day I will see his dear face,
But I cannot keep up this pace.

Living day to day without his love.
His warmth had fit me like a glove.

I must accept the sad fact
That he’s never coming back.

He will not be alone anymore.
My parents have now walked through that door.

I can feel him circling from above,
Reassuring me when I need love.

AN ISLAND UNTO MYSELF

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Do you ever feel alone?

No one listens to you.

No one understands your problems.

Thoughts rumble through your brain

but you have no one to share them with.

I might as well be on a desert island

with only water around me for miles.

A desert island all to myself.

The Thing Under My Bed

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The Thing Under My Bed
What is this horrible scratching under my bed?

Could it be strange demons in my head?

Turning a dead-eye towards the other side

You can run and you can hide

But, the Evil will never subside

The noise underneath by bed increases in tone

As I lie here all alone

with darkness swirling all around me.

Terrified

Paralyzed in fear

Needing to shout …will anyone hear

When no sound comes out?

Exceptional shock as I feel something

touching my leg.

Shivering in pain and in fright

The tugging and scratching tip-toeing down my spine

Panic sets in as the uneasiness reaches a dreadful peak

So scared…only morbid thoughts I can speak

What is this thing under my box-springs?

Persistent clawing at the frame

Growling as Death lurks…oh, the song that it sings

Overwhelming, mind-numbing pain

Will somebody please…Please, HELP ME!

Breathing in gulps of shallow hopelessness

Dying, Dying…Flying in petrified worthlessness

This life…this death…Has it all been worth the risk?

Silent Fear

What is really here?

Beneath my bed and everywhere

What is this scratching comin’ from underneath?

BEHOLD!

The only sight that I can see

Comin’ from underneath

As my sweat soaked mattress, ever so tightly I squeeze

Is just a horrifying …

Portrait

Of

Me

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HEARTACHE FOR ME

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Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.

Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.

I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.

I need proof to trust you once more.
My heart is breaking at its core.

The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.

But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.

SPOTLIGHT ON THE DEAD GAME

​This morning, ​I was pleasantly surprised by this spotlight. An excellent way to begin my weekend!

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The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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The Dead Game brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery.

After graduating college, Linda Bennett leaves New York for the slower-paced lifestyle of Oasis, Florida. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple that is until the dead body washes up onshore​.

She is horrified to learn that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are typical for this small town. Rumors abound of secret parties being held by the original residents in their secluded mansions. Once night falls, the tourist-friendly town becomes a haven for evil and dark shadows. But this is only the beginning.

Linda and the other young residents receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, the deserted house in the forest behind town; a house with its own violent history. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped inside. Or so they think.

It’s up to Linda and her friends to search out The Dead and find the evil one controlling their once peaceful community. Can they trust the Sheriff and his best friend, Todd?

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

From Susanne Leist:

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I’ve always loved to read. I grew up reading Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean and so many other authors who filled my imagination with intrigue and mystery. The TV show, Murder She Wrote, kept me entertained when I wasn’t reading late into the night.

Over the years, my taste in books expanded to include the supernatural and paranormal genres, which has been reflected in my selection of shows, such as Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and The Originals.

My first book, The Dead Game, is a paranormal suspense/mystery. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery. It has dead bodies and suspects.

However, it also has humans, vampires, vampire derivatives, and ​a touch of romance to spice up the mix.​

Review by Diane Murier:

The Dead Game never quits. It takes off like a rocket through skies that may or may not be real, and it ends in fantastical possibilities that burrow into the secret earth. But throughout, there’s the mysterious, sexy, brown-eyed Todd and the responsive and curious heroine Linda.

Can they ever get off of the diabolical crazy train long enough to take care of business?

Hmmm. You’ll have to read it for yourself. A town with so many questions raised by a mile of bizarre events is worth a closer look. And creepy mansions are elevated to a new level that supersedes the merely haunted houses of days gone by.

The Dead Game. Humans are invited to the party, but just who or what you will be by its end is part of the gruesome fun. Get the book!

IT’S BEGUN

 

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The staircase gives way.
Linda slides into its deadly grasp.
A tunnel envelopes her.
Hands reach out for her.

Will I reach the bottom?
Is there even a bottom to this madness?
Who lives beneath End House?
Will I become one of them?

Into the unyielding darkness 
Comes the cry, “Stop!”
Linda looks up to find Todd and Shana,
Clinging to the rocky walls.

The staircase reappears.
They climb to the front door.
Linda pulls on the handle.
It won’t budge.

“Open!” echoes in the hallway.
At Todd’s command,
The door opens for them.
The house pushes them out,
Slamming the door behind them.

Too terrified to glance back at Todd,
Linda races ahead to the car.
I can’t believe I was actually
Falling for him.

Linda’s problems have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME