A breeze blows from the ocean.
One that smooths the white sand.
Feeling like the soft flutter of
a rose petal against your skin.
The sea breeze carries chanting.
Why do we hear it at night?
Are spells being cast in Oasis?
Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.
THE DEAD GAME
HELL IS REIGNING DOWN FROM ABOVE
“Hail is raining down from the sky!
Hell is reigning down from above!”
Linda races through the pummeled streets,
Dodging pieces of roof tops.
“How could this be happening?
The sun was out moments ago.
I smell fire.
My skin is burning hot.”
Her feet slow to a stop.
Linda lifts her head to the black sky.
Flames are shooting from the church.
Red hot flames with swirls of yellow and orange.
Cries of horror float in the air around her.
Shrieks and moans are lifted in the rising winds.
She turns around in a circle,
Desperate to locate the source.
“It’s coming from the Town Hall!”
I knew it!
Everybody has to be there.
Please god let them be there.“
The cries rise in intensity
With each footstep.
The front doors are open.
Darkness beckons from within.
The sight inside knocks the breath from her lungs.
Flying creatures are circling her friends.
Creatures with furry bodies and human faces.
One swoops down and lifts her friend up to the ceiling.
“The Dead are here.
What should I do?
Wait! Father John is chanting.
Will he be able to save us?”
Take a seat in the park.
Watch the world go by.
A shadow flits by.
More shadows to follow.
They converge on the gazebo.
A gazebo rimmed in roses.
Their heady fragrance sweeten the air.
The shadows take on forms.
Human forms in dark robes.
They circle the gazebo.
Chanting strange words.
A noose hangs inside.
Wrapped around a woman’s neck.
The robbed figures circle faster.
Winds follow in their wake.
Faster, faster, and faster they go.
Cries fill the night.
Then all is silent.
The gazebo is empty.
The figures are gone.
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
Has End House returned to Oasis?
Our chanting had cast it to sea.
It can’t be back.
We can’t be under attack.
Silence fills the forest.
A cold breeze tickles my arms.
I follow the path through
a thick copse of trees.
The sky darkens.
A shadow looms in the distance.
I enter the clearing.
Seagulls cry and swoop low.
I halt by a deep hole.
The spot where End House had stood.
A hard shove
And I’m falling.
Laughter follows my descent.
I hit rock bottom.
A tunnel stretches before me.
Light at its end.
THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES
PRELUDE TO BOOK II
The Dead are now here.
I cower in fear.
I see Louise hanging
While The Dead are laughing.
They circle her body with their hoods on.
What have we done for this to come upon?
Their evil chanting flows to me through the air,
Lifting every single one of my hair.
Their leader is lifting his arms to the sky.
For my poor Louise, this is a sad goodbye.
I must run for help from the Sheriff.
For soon the rest of us will perish.
THE DEAD GAME