BROKEN GLASS

 

They fly against the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

Too soon.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

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CREATURES FROM HELL

Take cover.

End House holds evil.

Within the walls.

Hidden in the dark basement.

Windows shatter.

Creatures attack.

No one is safe from The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

 

The birds sense evil.

They fly away.

Time for us to flee.

THE DEAD take no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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HAPPY STAY

Friday the 13th is here.
There is no need to fear.
Come and step inside.
We’ve nothing to hide.
Candlelight will lead your way.
Please enjoy your happy stay.
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Friday the 13th is here.

There is no need to fear.

Come and step inside.

We’ve nothing to hide.

Candlelight will lead your way.

Please enjoy your happy stay.

THE DEAD GAME

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SHE HAUNTS ME

Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her...

 

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Glass figures adorn the house.

Quiet as a sleeping mouse.

Do they wake with the sun

To have some bit of fun?

Were her eyes once brown?

Do they haunt the town?

I must leave this place.

I can see her face.

She will haunt my nights.

So will the dead sights.

THE DEAD GAME

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A BIT FEY

 

 

I walk with the living at day.

They do not hear I word I say.

They assume I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run through the trees,

Flying faster than bees.

At day, my true self hides away.

People believe I might be fey.

At night, I walk with others.

Closer to me than brothers.

“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.

Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES