DARK ARE THE STREETS

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

Dark are the streets.

Along which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through town they go.

Bodies they leave behind.

Blood-dry they must die.

Church bells are tolling.

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must.

Before we are dust.

THE DEAD GAME

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OWN THE NIGHT

The night is here.
The rising moon spins on its axis.
Creatures settle down for sleep.
The wise owl opens its eyes in defiance.
Who creeps in the night?
Who dares to leave dead bodies in their wake?
Hide ye beyond closed doors and shuttered windows.
For THE DEAD own the night.
THE DEAD GAME 

THE CREEPING LIQUID

Mysterious under-door seepages – “I Do” (1921)

The creeping liquid from my nightmares! It is now alive in my book, THE DEAD GAME!

Excerpt from THE DEAD GAME

They were racing down the staircase, carrying their children, eager to reach the front door. Diane stopped dead in her tracks. A dark red substance was oozing into the house from under the door, creeping across the floor, devouring everything in its wake. They watched as the huge circular rug and the large hall table disappeared into its thick slime. Extending its reach farther out, it made its way toward them.

Diane detected a high-pitched keening cry coming from within the slime. She backed herself into a corner. “It’s going to swallow us!”

“Run out the back!” John shouted above the children’s frightened sobbing. He pushed her ahead of him. “Don’t think! Just make sure you get out of this house and down the stairs to the beach. Or else you might be living here forever!”

They climbed through the destroyed kitchen, through detached pieces of ceiling, through broken pieces of cabinets and sharp shards from shattered dishes.

Once outside, they were struck by flying debris. The patio was engulfed in a strong wind, which lifted the furniture high into the air. The white wicker pieces crashed against each other, the broken pieces falling into the empty pool.

The pool had been filled already twice that season. The house had a mind of its own: it wanted the pool empty of water and her family gone; and it was making sure that it remained that way.

The red liquid was creeping out beneath the kitchen door, inching its way toward them. She screamed above the sound of the howling wind. “It’s getting closer! It’s followed us outside! WE ARE ALL DEAD!”

“We must escape now! Don’t look back! Just run!”

She gazed down the steep staircase to the rocky shore below, to the jagged rocks that were being beaten by the raging waves of the ocean. In her heart, she knew that their fate was not going to be much better.

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