YOUR NIGHTMARE WILL NEVER END

darkestdee:

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The house from my nightmares exists.
Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?
Is part of its facade a skull?
Does this mean that death lives here?
"Yes" the wind echoes.
THE DEAD live here.
Come and meet them.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

darkestdee:

Source | ^(OvO)^

The house from my nightmares exists.
Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?
Is part of its facade a skull?
Does this mean that death lives here?
“Yes” the wind echoes.
THE DEAD live here.
Come and meet them.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

  • The candles are leading us
down a dark hallway.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

The candles are leading us
down a dark hallway.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

prettysuicidal:

Once you begin to read,
your nightmare will never end.
You will hunted and pursued
through dark houses, revolving rooms,
deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.
There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

prettysuicidal:

Once you begin to read,
your nightmare will never end.
You will hunted and pursued
through dark houses, revolving rooms,
deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.
There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.

          THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist 

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

THE WEEPING WOMAN

 

The lights turn on in the room so dark.

We came here for a dare and a lark.

The rooms are deserted and cold.

Ghosts would be present we were told.

All we see are dust and deserted rooms.

No one has lived here in so many moons.

The quiet is unnerving and thick.

Time for us to leave this scene real quick.

Something doesn’t feel right.

We must turn and take flight.

Before the noise from above

Thinks we are her lost love.

The weeping woman is coming near.

She dances and chuckles at our fear.

The doors and windows are locking.

Our escape the ghost is blocking.

THE DEAD TAKE NO PRISONERS

A light glows from the gazebo.

Chanting floats on the howling wind.

Lit candles form a circle inside.

A body dangles in their midst,

swaying in the increasing winds.

Dark figures circle the body.

Their hands raised in prayer.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

BALANCED AT THE EDGE

 

A house balanced at the edge.

Daring all to enter its domain.

A black invitation in hand.

We go to the party.

Faced with deadly traps.

We run for our lives.

Down the rocks.

To the beach.

Winds bashing our faces.

Lightning lighting our way.

To the park.

To a gazebo lit by candles. 

A hanging body inside.

Will this night ever end?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://myBook.to/TheDeadGame
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

A HAUNTED PARTY

 

 

A party at End House.

A surprise party for us.

It’s dark inside.

And deserted.

Look at the curving staircase.

Creepy gargoyle stand guard.

Look over there.

Candles light the way.

Down the long hallway.

Let’s follow them.

A door to the basement.

The door slams shut behind us.

And locks.

The stairs are slippery.

Why are my feet are wet?

We’re standing in cold water.

What’s that noise?

Machines creaking.

Cages are descending.

They have pointy edges.

Circular saws sweep across the water.

Help!

THE DEAD GAME

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FOLLOW THE CANDLES





End House is dark and deserted.

The invitation called for a party.

No one is here to greet us.

Flickering candles line the hallway,

Beckoning us to follow.

Gargoyles tower over the carpeted staircase.

The door behind us locks shut.

What do we do now?

THE DEAD GAME 

WHAT THE HELL?

WHAT THE HELL?

    They stepped into a drafty master bedroom,  illuminated by lit candles encircling the canopied bed. The candlelight created shadows that swayed back and forth across the ceiling and walls. Linda felt like the shadows were reaching out for her.  She backed away in horror, not knowing if she was imagining them or not.
    She didn’t want to move any closer to the bed, dreading what she might discover there. Anything was possible, from what they had already witnessed in this house. But Todd and Shana kept walking forward.  She moved with them toward the bed. 
    What she found there exceeded her wildest expectations. On the white quilt lay a human skeleton with its arms resting at its sides. The skeleton began to bleed, slowly at first, and then profusely from the deep gash in its bones from the long, serrated silver knife sticking out of its chest. In the stream of blood were worms—scores of worms—inching out from the deep hole, spreading across the white quilt. 
    Linda couldn’t believe her eyes. She gasped. More and more worms were climbing out from the body, falling in groups from the bed to land on the carpet.
    A new doorway emerged on the far side of the room. Enormous worms spread across the floor, their squishy bodies were blocking the path to the door. They were circling her feet, trying to climb up her shoes. She stomped her feet to dislodge the worms latching onto her heels.
    Looking over her shoulder, she saw Shana backing into a corner. Her eyes appeared huge and saucer-like as she stared at the worms crawling closer and closer to her. She wasn’t making a sound, but Linda could hear her shaking—as if her bones were rattling inside her quivering body.
     Impatient with both of them, Todd dragged them through the swarms of worms. Once they were outside the room, Linda gave a sigh of relief.  The persistent worms were locked in the bedroom, behind the door that had concealed itself into the wall.
What was next for them in this creepy house?

THE DEAD GAME

http://myBook.to/TheDeadGame

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

THE CANDLES

Source: 

 

 

Candles climb up the stairs.

Sentries of the dark night.

A deserted house in the woods.

Peeling wallpaper and dirty floors.

We were invited to a party.

But there’s no host to greet us.

More candles line the hallway to the right.

Their lights flicker on the grey walls.

Empty rooms greet our hesitant steps.

An open door leads to the basement.

Thick darkness beckons from below.

I suggest we get out while we can.

Hey, guys!

Don’t leave me here by myself.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN
 
A house balanced at the edge.
Daring all to enter its domain.
A black invitation in hand.
We go to the party.
Faced with deadly traps.
We run for our lives.
Down the rocks.
To the beach.
Winds bashing our faces.
Lightning lighting our way.
To the park.
To a gazebo lit by candles. 
A hanging body inside.
Will this night ever end?
 
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

FOLLOW THE CANDLES

Follow the candles

Down the hallway

To the door

Leading to the basement.

Step inside.

You can’t go back.

The door locks behind you.

The only way is down.

Water waits at the bottom.

Walk through the cold water

To the stairs on the other side.

Beware of the falling cages

And the descending circular saws.

The games have only just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj