We stand alone in this bleak hall.
There won’t be dancing at this ball.
Time to leave this creepy place.
We must quicken our slow pace.
But since this is a horror story,
We will not be leaving with glory.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
A HORROR STORY
Month: October 2021
AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
Sunset brings shadows with the night,
Birds of prey springing into flight.
As a hue of red paints the night air,
A high-pitched howl sounds too near.
Residents hide behind locked doors,
As trails of blood seep through the floors.
The mansion rumbles with laughter,
Loud music reaches each rafter.
Gargoyles watch as quiet as a mouse,
As limousines line a path to the house.
At the harsh stroke of midnight,
Dancers freeze in the moonlight.
THE DEAD GAME
ENJOY YOUR STAY
A party beneath the full moon.
I’m sure your host will be here soon.
Candles light the way.
Please enjoy your stay.
THE DEAD GAME
SNOWBOUND
Snowbound at the inn,
no one can get in,
besides the cursed one
who has already won,
by picking off bodies,
one by one.
MEET ME IN MAINE
I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH
His lips cover mine.
I dare not repine.
I’ve made my choice.
Few may rejoice
in a vampire’s touch.
But I love him too much.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
MEET ME IN MAINE
Our adventure in Maine has begun.
It’s much more than a walk in the sun.
Blue Harbor hides secrets and death.
You won’t have time to take a breath.
Life in Maine can be so peaceful and sublime
Until an evil curse targets friends of mine.
MEET ME IN MAINE
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
HAIKU OF DEATH
Separate - 180425
The void swallows me.
I fall into the darkness.
Silence engulfs me.
I free-fall in space.
Gravity, my enemy.
No place left to hide.
I keep my eyes shut.
When will I hit rock bottom?
The air turns chilly.
My descent goes fast.
I’ve come to my bitter end.
Life is in the past.
THE HALLWAY
The hallway awaits.
It beckons.
It calls.
Doors line either side.
Shrill cries fill the air.
Cold creeps into my bones.
Then silence descends.
I peek into the first room.
Empty wheelchairs face me.
Except for one.
It turns, rolls to me,
then stops.
I freeze.
The lights flash.
A table appears at the far wall.
A bright surgical light hangs above.
The men in white coats face me.
I open my mouth to scream.
I’m strapped to the table.
The men in white peer at me.
A drill whirls next to my ear.
I struggle against the thick straps.
The room goes black.
WELCOME THE NIGHT
Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not take flight
From the man in the moon.
Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without severe pain.
A thick blanket will fall,
Giving the earth security.
Darkness will cover all
With its fine grace and purity.
For the sun, no need to pine.
Don’t waste precious time mourning.
The stars will twinkle and shine.
The sun will rise come morning.
SUSANNE LEIST 