INTO THE DARK NIGHT

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Source: whitechapelwitch

INTO THE DARK NIGHT

Follow me along the cobbled road.

Shadows lurk and float on by.

Hurry, catch up before I grow old.

Winged creatures fill the night sky.

My high heels click against the cobbled stones.

This way to the oldest building in town.

Take care not to step on any bones.

Curve your mouth to remove that awful frown.

Up the steps, we go.

Please walk through the open door.

Is he friend or foe?

Multiple heads hint at more.

Growls fill the still air.

Darkness permeates the long room.

Reaching hands grow near.

A woman flies by on a broom.

“Surprise” is shouted by all.

Lights shine brightly in our faces.

Enters a man ten feet tall.

Standing high on metal braces.

He holds a cake rimmed with black bats.

The audience quiets to a hush.

My friends approach in party hats.

They sing to me as I hide a blush.

“Happy Halloween” and “Happy Birthday”

Become “Happy Hallowday.”

As I bow my head and enjoy my day.

A prank I must soon repay.

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THE RETURN

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I’m over here.

I can smell your fear.

You won’t be alone.

I can hear your moan.

I’ll be rising soon

On the next full moon.

I’ll rise from down under​

On lightning and thunder.

You will not recognize me.

I’ll be different you see.

My new body is strong.

Now do not get me wrong.

I still love you, my dear.

Of that please have no fear.

THE DEAD GAME continues

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

Off to the gingerbread house, ​we go
On this fine fall day.
The country road yawns before us,
Pointing the way with pebbled arms.

Shana is laughing up a storm,
Similar to the one building around us.
Swirling gusts lead us by the hand
To a cottage made not by man.

The house floats in a dewy gauze of its own,
Shielded from any attacks or storms.
It glistens and shimmers in the fading light
As we draw closer to its unfailing might.

The front door opens at our approach,
An extended arm our only invitation.
I want to leave but Shana says,
“Linda, let’s see who lives inside.”

Before I could answer she walks in,
Leaving me alone in the dying day.
Pebbles unearth themselves in my direction
Until I’m forced to seek shelter inside.

An older couple wait for us,
Wearing clothes from days long gone.
They show us around their unusual home,
Where rooms are shrines to their grown children.

We are led to the attic to find a lone rocking chair,
Facing the forest and deserted country road.
The woman explains they are The Watchers,
Protecting the town from errant vampires.

My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding
As I listen to her words in disbelief.
She says there’s always a Watcher
Sitting in the rocking chair.

We don’t know whether to believe her story
But the chair begins to rock on its own.
​We flee the scene of our worst nightmare,
Determined never to return to this awful place.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

BLOOD

1 Nights come alive

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water
And much more intense
As it trickles and oozes as it pleases.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

I can’t escape the
Fingers crawling down the walls
And circling around me.

My only recourse is escape
From the walls caving in
As I tunnel my way out.

I want to be free from the evil
Destroying me from within,
Free from the despair and agony.

THE DEAD GAME

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GUESS WHO?

Guess who?

It’s me, honey.
I’ve had a hard day at work.
It has made me grumpy.
I feel changed.
Different.
Do my hands feel furry?
They look furry to me.
All of a sudden I’m hungry.
Hungry for you, my darling.
Come, dance with me.
The night holds mystery for us.
Come with me…

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs, we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we are locked in its basement.
We’ve already made it through 
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way for us but forward.

Three closed doors are standing before us. 
The horrors behind the first two doors 
Had almost killed us. 
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
It’s dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.

Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape 
From this hell hole.

He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free 
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.

The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He’s found a door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…

Their journey has only just begun. 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DOOR LOCKS

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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
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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.

THE DEAD GAME

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FALLING

The staircase gives way.

Linda slides into its grasp.

A tunnel envelopes her.

Hands reach out for her.

Her cries fill the dark void.

“Will I reach the bottom?

Is there even a bottom?”

Her jumbled thoughts swirl around.

She hears a voice yell out,

“Stop!”

The tunnel dissolves.

The stairs return.

Todd waits on the top step.

Linda runs down the staircase

And makes it to the front door.

But the door knob won’t budge.

“Open!”

The door opens

At Todd’s command.

The house pushes Linda

and her friends out the door.

It slams shut behind them.

Afraid to face a new and more powerful Todd,

Linda scrambles to her feet

and races away from End House.

THE DEAD GAME


RAINDROP

 

The Dead can appear in disguise

As people like you and me.

They can change forms to hide

Like a raindrop falling from the sky.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD GAME — A Paranormal Mystery

Should we visit End House?

The beautiful house had almost been

destroyed in the last storm.

Pieces of its roof and shutters had

blown off in the winds.

The last family had disappeared.

Why did we receive an invitation

for a party at the deserted house?

Let’s go and find out.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

Come and join THE DEAD.

They are eager for new followers.

Who will be their next victim?

Who will wash up on shore?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

 

 

THE DEAD are watching.

They watch from windows and doors.

Once the sun goes down,

they roam the town.

Be smart;

stay indoors.

THE DEAD love the night.

 

 

The wolves howl in warning.

Birds flee in fear from trees.

The Dead come at night

to claim their victims.

Unless they are stopped.

Who is strong enough to stop them?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

 

 

The ground rumbles.

The gravestones shake.

The door to the mausoleum creaks open.

The leaves rustle in the wind.

The dirt parts.

A hand reaches from a grave.

Bodies rise up from the earth.

The Dead are ready to play.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

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Midnight is approaching.

The witching hour in Oasis, Florida.

 

 

End House holds secrets.

Secrets of The Dead and gone.

Deadly traps.

Vengeful spirits.

Join us if you dare.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist