They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD GAME
Happiness is selling 10 books in one day! I’m afraid to go to sleep and miss anything. Have my dreams come true? Will the sales be there tomorrow?
I’m doing so well with teens! I’m not used to being happy. I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall.
“Open the door and
Step inside.
The darkness beckons to you.
Welcome!”
The wind sighs its plaintive plea.
Cold air swooshes past my face.
“Do you hear the music?
A party is waiting for you in the drawing room.
Don’t be afraid.
Peek in.
Can you see the dancers?
Twirling around and around.
You can see through them?
Can’t you?
That’s because they’re transparent,
An echo from the distant past.
Those who lived here before
Who now inhabit this old house.”
A gowned figure of a woman turns to me.
The flesh slowly shrivels from her body,
Leaving behind a skeleton of bones.
She cackles, “You can now join us.”
Her hand reaches for me.
I turn to flee.
The windows and doors snap shut.
I jiggle the door handle.
Locked.
Trapped in the deep recesses
of my mind.
No escape.
Please don’t set.
Don’t remove your light.
Your warmth.
Your heat.
The nights are cold.
The shadows are long.
Their reach too immense.
Don’t allow the moon its space.
It brings pain with its touch,
Horror in its light,
Shadows in its path.
Please don’t leave me.
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WALK IN SHADOW
He walks in shadow.
Blending with the night.
Stalking his victims.
Lighter than air.
Floating in the mist.
Never seen.
Never caught.
Leaving death behind.
Come out to the light.
I know you can’t.
I know what you are.
Creature of the night.
Come to me.
Your time on earth will soon end.
Come out of the shadows.
And face me.
All will know what you are.
The leader of The Dead.
Your time is at an end.
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Enticing.
Dark.
Deserted.
Dusty.
Eerie.
So many words
to describe the house.
Afraid.
Alone.
Reluctant.
Uneasy.
Too many words to describe
how I feel inside this house.
I will take it step by step.
One creaky step
followed by another.
Until I make it to the top.
What will I find there?
Creak, creak.
We will find out together.
Creak, creak.
Those weren’t my creaks.
I’m not alone in the house.
I’m leaving.
Bye.
THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3
Down the stairs, we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?
A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.
Now we are locked in its basement.
We’ve already made it through
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way for us but forward.
Three closed doors are standing before us.
The horrors behind the first two doors
Had almost killed us.
Door number 3 is waiting.
We walk in.
It’s dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.
Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape
From this hell hole.
He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.
The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He’s found a door.
We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…
Their journey has only just begun.
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Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there could not be.
Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.
Come with me and dance with the pretty flowers.
This room full of guests gives me a chill.
Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.
Eyes are following us in the room.
They will be upon us all too soon.
The guests are not what they appear.
Beneath they are just bones and hair.
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The moon shows its head.
It’s past time for bed.
It casts a yellow glow.
I can hear the winds blow.
Time for me to go inside.
There must be places to hide.
Until the morning light.
When the sun burns so bright.
Blood runs smooth
with inky determination.
Filling the ocean
with its crimson red.
It arrives with the tides
to our sandy shores.
Walking the streets of town
with the rise of the moon.
Leaving dead bodies behind
in the wake of its path.
Returning the next night
to sprinkle blood once more.
THE DEAD GAME
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