THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

takingoffmyhood: stairs

 

I slip on the steps

and catch hold of the rickety banister.

A single light bulb swings on its chain,

revealing a dark basement ahead.

The door slams shut behind us.

I run to it.

It’s locked.

We move as one.

The floor fills with water.

I’m submerged to my knees.

The walls rattle.

Cages descend on ropes.

As they sway near us,

sharp stakes extend

from the bottom edges.

Circular saws follow them,

swirling between the empty cages.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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LET THE GAMES BEGIN

 

The house is deserted.

Slippery stairs take us to the basement.

The lights flicker.

The door slams shut.

I run to the door and turn the knob.

It’s locked.

Waves hit the house.

Is that why the floor is wet?

A creaking noise comes from above.

Cages descend.

Circular saws soon follow.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist


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THE STAIRCASE

 

THE STAIRCASE

 

Follow the gargoyles to their master.

Follow the staircase to its source.

Take me down under 

To the darkness in us all.

Beneath End House lies the answers

To questions asked from times gone by.

The unearthly dungeons and mazes

Will lead our way through hell and beyond.

I know others have gone before me

To the place deep in the earth.

Hell has unleashed its prized possessions

To torment the innocent and needy.

Even with their human bodies

They cannot hide forever from my wrath.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

THE HOUSE

 

 

The house sits alone.

Shutters hang broken.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

Open the door.

Climb the battered staircase.

A house ravaged by a storm.

A savage storm that hit only this house.

I hear a creak on the stairs.

A sigh from within the walls.

A cry from the basement.

They’re back.

THE DEAD GAME

HELLO

 

 

A party on Friday 13th

has turned into a horror show.

I’m trapped with my friends

in the basement of End House.

The floor fills with water.

Rotating saws descend.

We swim to the other side

and are faced with three doors.

We open one.

Roars fill the inky darkness.

Wild animals pace their cages.

I turn to run.

Hot breath on my neck.

I glance back.

The cages have opened.

A tiger advances.

I close my eyes.

We are doomed to play

THE DEAD GAME.

A DARK DESTINY

MANY HAVE GONE