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

 

tunnel

 

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

MIDNIGHT BLUE

THE DEAD GAME
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and...

 

 


A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.


The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.


Who is able to control the moon?
I’m afraid they’ll be here all too soon.
Dark shadows are descending on the shore.
They’re many but soon there will be much more.


I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.


THE DEAD GAME

 

ALONE IN THE WOODS

 

ALONE IN THE WOODS

Shadows follow me into the deep.

I walk while others are asleep.

The chill flows right through me.

I’m alone as you can see.

White sleepy lambs elude me.

Though I am where I should be.

Here in the forest on this path.

Sun will rise, it can do the math.

It will find me on this bench.

Next to the one with the stench.

It is past time for me to move on.

Before I’m found by what is now gone.

 

FLORIDA SINKHOLE

sinkhole

 

A sinkhole where the house has stood

Lies deep in the deserted wood.

Where has everyone gone to?

The grass and trees are gone too.

 

A house and garden have once stood here.

Now there is only the ground laid bare.

Could they be in the tunnels below

And hear me if I yell out hello?

 

I hear rumbling coming from the hole.

The loose rocks are beginning to roll.

I should leave before it’s too late,

And I suffer the same sad fate.

 

THE DEAD GAME

BLOOD MOON

Bloodmoon

 

 

BLOOD MOON

The moon is a foreshadow
of things to come,
frightening things,
unhappy things.

Its red glow creeps through trees
to the remote town,
where all are asleep,
feeling safe in their beds.

Creep, Creep, Creep,
the red mist spreads,
down the streets
and into the homes.

The fog solidifies,
forming dark shadows.
Shadows of the night
that have come to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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A QUIET SPOT

In a quiet spot.
On a soft chair.
In the sun’s spotlight.
I will read a book.
Eyes wide open.
Mind set to explore.
Sunlight streaming in.
I will read a book.
Hands trembling.
Tears falling.
Sun warming my body.
I will read a book.

 

 

 

In a quiet spot.

On a soft chair.

In the sun’s spotlight.

I will read a book.

Eyes wide open.

My mind set to explore.

Sunlight streaming in.

I will read a book.

Hands trembling.

Tears falling.

Sun warming my body.

I will read a book.

 

 

THE CARNIVAL

THE CARNIVAL OF NIGHTMARES
I open my eyes
and to my surprise,
I’m at a carnival.
I’m chased into a tent.
My reflections surround me
on all sides.
I touch a mirror.
My hand flows through,
my body soon follows.
I’m in a dark basement.
The floor begins...

 

THE CARNIVAL 

I open my eyes 

and to my surprise,

I’m at a carnival.

I’m chased into a tent.

My reflections surround me

on all sides.

I touch a mirror.

My hand flows through,

my body soon follows.

I’m in a dark basement.

The floor begins to turn.

I hear laughter, 

“I’m back.”


THE DEAD GAME
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A BOOK IS A TREASURE

 

 

 

A long journey to become an author,
Days of soul searching and hard work.
The words need to be enticing and clear,
A bridge to the reader’s heart.

A movie camera sweeps across scenes,
So does a book’s point of view.
One point of view shows one angle,
While changing points of view reveal more.

To be lost in a book is truly a gift,
An escape from the mundane and boring.
A visit to far away places can be
An adventure to open your mind’s eye.

Once completed, a book is a treasure,
A symbol of the author’s hopes and dreams.
A confectioner’s delight to be tasted and savored,
To be remembered by the many or just a few.

DARK AS SIN

Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning...

(Source: deadphilosophy)

 

Friday the 13th is here.

There is nothing to fear.

My gargoyle friends are waiting.

Their stares are somewhat scathing.

But the night is still young.

The noose is already hung.

Bats fly around the old house.

They squeak like a little mouse.

Lightning sizzles as it plays.

Over the dark house, it stays.

Thunder rumbles in pain.

Loud noises but no rain.

The door opens wide.

There’s no place to hide.

We might as well go in.

inside looks dark as sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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