THEY’RE HERE TO STAY

Sentries

 

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

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THE DARK STREETS OF TOWN

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“  Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
”
Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are...

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

 

Dark are the streets

By which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through the town, they go.

Bodies left behind,

Blood-dry we will find.

Church bells are tolling,

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must

Before we are dust.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

BLOOD MOON

Bloodmoon

 

 

BLOOD MOON

The moon is a foreshadow
of things to come,
frightening things,
unhappy things.

Its red glow creeps through trees
to the remote town,
where all are asleep,
feeling safe in their beds.

Creep, Creep, Creep,
the red mist spreads,
down the streets
and into the homes.

The fog solidifies,
forming dark shadows.
Shadows of the night
that have come to play.

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THE NIGHT

Julieanne Kost -  Aerial Photographs, 2016
Julieanne Kost -  Aerial Photographs, 2016
Julieanne Kost -  Aerial Photographs, 2016
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Julieanne Kost | Website –  Aerial Photographs, 2016

 

 THE NIGHT

They come in the night.

Footsteps in the sand.

They climb through windows.

To visit the sleeping.

They takes recruits.

While others are left in peace.

Come morning sun,

Footsteps are gone.

Leaving behind empty beds

And empty dreams.

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THE CREEPING LIQUID

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

The creeping liquid from my nightmares.

It’s alive in my book, THE DEAD GAME.

Excerpt from THE DEAD GAME

     They raced down the staircase, carrying their children, eager to reach the front door. Mary 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.

     A high-pitched keening cry was 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.” John pulled on her arm.

      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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THE COVER OF NIGHT

THE COVER OF NIGHT

Night is settling in.
Shadows move in.
A town preparing for the night.
Any icy night.
The sun hides its face.
The moon turns in glee.
Time for it to shine.
Time for it to be king.

The sky turns darker.
The winds become colder.
Ice hangs from the trees.
Frost covers the windows.
All are inside.
All are safe and warm.
From the moon’s games.
Or so they think.
For the moon’s fun is just beginning.
Who will be at its mercy?
Who will be left out in the cold?
Don’t let it be you.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

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THE DEAD GAME

Louise and her friends escaped End House but the deadly game was far from over.

The Dead had much more in store for Louise.

Black shapes were creeping toward them on the pool deck.

Louise fled down the stairs to the beach,

with Mike and David following close behind.

David was screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the mountain.

Hard objects swiped at her,

almost causing her to lose her balance on the slippery stone steps.

But she continued on, refusing to look back.

She dashed along the beach.

Mounds of sand were being thrust in her face.

On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face.

Skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.

She ran down Main Street.

She felt all alone.

The streets quiet.

No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings.

Candles were flickering inside the gazebo.

Her body was being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights.

The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches,

but still she was being propelled forward.

She had no control over her body;

she was like a puppet on a string.

A noose wrapped itself around her neck.

She was hanging in the middle of the gazebo.

Hooded creatures began circling her.

The noose was tugged tighter

until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.

Without any air left in her lungs…

with the world spinning around her…

she watched as the shadows slowed down

to take on distinct human forms.

The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes,

glaring up at her.

They were chanting in an unfamiliar language.

Their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow.

Long metal chains hung from their necks with gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.

One member of the group lifted arms up high.

The winds turned wilder and more violent,

moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader.

Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness,

but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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BLOOD MOON

Bloodmoon

BLOOD MOON

The moon is a foreshadow
Of things to come,
Frightening things,
Unhappy things.

Its red glow creeps through the trees
To the remote town,
Where all are asleep,
Feeling safe in their beds.

Creep, Creep, Creep,
The red mist spreads,
Down the streets
And into the homes.

The fog solidifies,
Forming dark shadows,
Shadows of the night,
Who have come to stay.

Game time!

THE DEAD GAME

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FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK

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FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK

The town’s residents are all asleep.
My sleep is usually sound and deep.
But I hear footsteps to a stomping beat.
In the quiet town this is no great feat.

The Dead are now coming for us.
I should’ve left on the last bus.
Now I’m a goner lying here,
Waiting for the end to come near.

The house lights have gone out.
I want to scream and shout.
But fear has closed my throat.
I’m bleating like a goat.

I see a shadow by my door.
I do know what it is here for.
The sun has ceased to shine.
It’s come for me and mine.

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