AN ISLAND ESCAPE

An Island Escape

Take me away from a world without color,
A world where life is dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
Where rainbows can frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer off the water,
Leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
To a new land where to lay my head.

I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains
And laid to rest on the pink sand.

Turtles scurry away from my hand.
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun.

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
A hut of branches in a tree.
I must see if there is more.

The steps are pretty steep,
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark.
Who knows what it may hide?

I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They’re coming closer to where I hide.
It’s too late to run for the door,
I must face whoever is inside.

He saunters into the room.
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin,
As if I am his prized pet.

We both wait in silence.
He slowly moves toward me.
“I hope you like my surprise.”
I feel as cold as can be.

I don’t like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arm’s​ length,
Not letting me in.

I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They’re consuming me alive,
I’m burning up from his lies.

He makes an abrupt movement.
He strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood red moon.

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Follow The Lights to “THE DEAD GAME”
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance with the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.
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THE DOOR LOCKS

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“ Kingdom Come
”
It welcomes.
It creaks.
It sighs.
Its door opens.
Candlelight streams out.
We peak inside.
Grim faces stare back.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
along the curving staircase.
A wind brushes our skin
with its unseen...

 

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Kingdom Come

It welcomes. 

It creaks.

It sighs.

Its door opens.

Candlelight streams out.

We peek inside.

Grim faces stare back.

Gargoyles stand sentinel

along the curving staircase.

The wind brushes our skin

with its unseen fingers.

Candles light the way

down the right hall.

Shadows move and sway

with the flickering candles.

The door locks behind us.

We’re in for the ride.

End House has spoken.

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DEADLY GAMES

Light the candles.
Follow me through
the empty corridors.
Past dark rooms.
Down a long flight of stairs.
To the dungeons below.
Where shadows await us.
Waiting for company.
To wile away their empty hours.
Perhaps a game or two for us to play.
A game...

 

Light the candles.

Follow me through

the empty corridors,

Past dark rooms,

Down a long flight of stairs

To the dungeons below,

Where shadows await us.

A pool of water appears.

Cages descend from above,

Pointy edges facing down.

Circular saws soon follow.

What kind of hell are we in?

Come closer to find out.

The Dead love to play.

THE DEAD GAME

 

YOUR NIGHTMARE WILL NEVER END

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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

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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

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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.
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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 

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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?

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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