I walk quickly this night
from those who lurk from sight.
The wind gives a whistle, a sigh,
as the strands of my hair lift high.
The moon hides its face.
I quicken my pace.
Shadows surround me.
Footsteps behind me.
Hands circle my neck.
Is that a love peck?
He takes my blood.
I fall in a red flood.
Will I belong to him?
He watches with a grin.
I’ve become a nightwalker,
a present from my stalker.
PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist
A candy store of fun.
Which one to choose?
Yellow or red?
Maybe a binding of white?
No choice can be bad.
The old bookstore.
Why don’t we have these anymore?
Books covering ceiling to floor.
Happiness between the binding.
What a perfect and safe finding.
Read in the candlelight.
Nothing can be as right.
Pictures and words before my eyes.
Reading about truth and some lies.
You’ll definitely find me hiding.
The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.
South Africa’s first-ever Book Hotel, the Royal, in Bethulie
Imagine a place like this.
The perfect hotel of bliss.
Endless books to read.
Nothing else I’d need.
Walls of books everywhere.
All you need is a chair.
Never run out of a book.
Just pick your favorite nook.
Read the day away.
Nothing else to say.
Why don’t we have these anymore?
Books covering ceiling to floor.
Happiness between the binding.
What a perfect and safe finding.
Read in the candlelight.
Nothing can be as right.
Pictures and words before my eyes.
Reading about truth and some lies.
You’ll definitely find me hiding.
The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.
A VISION
The bookstore is dark.
I turn on the lights.
Rows of bookcases loom tall.
I open the curtains.
The Florida sun flows in through picture windows.
Bright squares fall across the floor.
The perfect spot for comfy couches and chairs.
A counter with stools to the right,
where I would serve coffee and pastries.
Book stacks to the left.
Yes, it’s all coming alive to me.
A bookstore/ coffee shop
in the seaside town of Oasis.
Little did I know of the otherworldly plans
taking place at the same time as mine.
Plans that are in no way
as peaceful and innocent as mine.
THE DEAD GAME
I love to read all types of books: mysteries, thrillers, romance, horror, paranormal…
One day, I was in a bookstore, searching for a murder mystery with a haunted house in a small town. I couldn’t find any. Haunted houses didn’t seem to be as popular as they used to be.
That day, I decided to write my own murder mystery in a coastal town with a deserted house. It’s called The Dead Game. The town’s inhabitants, who live in the woods behind Oasis, only come out at night. The story took a supernatural turn. I incorporated some satire and my wry sense of humor and it was done.
I took a leap of faith. I self-published my book. Time will tell if it becomes popular. My one desire is for people to read it and enjoy it. I have my murder mystery in a haunted house.
Please read it and enjoy!
