THE GREEN BECKONS

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

Green lights the way.

Doors open and close.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

Step by painstaking step.

I peer into a room.

A bed in an empty room.

The next room holds a wheelchair.

It turns.

Empty.

A green light glows.

From the room ahead.

Sounds of voices.

I move closer.

Until I can see inside.

Surgery is being performed.

On a skeleton.

By smiling people.

People who fade in and out.

Ghosts.

Time for me to leave.

I’m on the bed.

The ghost are looking down.

At me.

Too late.

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.

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     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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MY NEXT STOP

Oasis is my next stop.

The Dead’s playground.

I can hear their cries.

Tourists caught in their traps.

Residents falling for their lures.

They haven’t been warned.

Weren’t told to stay away.

A den of evil in paradise.

It’s now my turn to retrieve.

THE DEAD GAME

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HOTTER THAN HELL

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

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DARK SHIP

 

 

A luxury yacht sails the ocean.

Aboard are many guests.

Dressed in jewels and ball gowns.

Champagne flows freely.

Music fills the night air.

Bodies fall into the water.

Some are swimming.

And some are not.

Blood trickles into the dark water.

Covered by the moon’s shadow.

Cries increase in tempo with the music.

Until silence sweeps across the dark ship.

THE DEAD GAME continues…

 

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Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

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THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS

The river flows black in the night.
People jostle me to stand by the railing.
I first see the colors.
Hot glows of red, orange, yellow.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears begin to ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air.
How did I get here?
The crowd pushes away from the bleak scene.
I’m lost in the midst of the throng.
It moves like one.
With one mind and purpose.
To seek shelter from the raining pieces.
Once we reach the buildings,
The crowd spreads out like ants.
Someone takes my hand and pulls me.
We check out the first building.
The metal door is locked and bolted.
So is each door we check.
Finally, we find an open door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door shuts behind us.
We seem to be in a parking lot.
Who am I with?
I look up and can’t see his face.
He grunts and pulls me down the ramp.
I dig in my feet.
I refuse to follow him.
I must see his face.
He turns to me…
I wake up.
It was a terrible dream.
But I still wonder
What his face looked like.

SAVE US FROM THE DEAD

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SAVE US FROM THE DEAD

Please save us.
The moon has no power.
No power over the night.
Rise for us.
Bring light.
Save us from The Dead.

Please save us.
Cry for us.
Shine for us.
Be our savior.
Our champion.
Save us from The Dead.

Please save us.
We have no other.
No armies.
No weapons.
Only the light.
Save us from The Dead.

Please save us.
Shine your light.
Make The Dead retreat.
Back to their darkness.
Away from our children.
Save us from The Dead.


THE DEAD GAME



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