Hello, it’s just me.
Sitting in the dark.
I’m fun as can be.
A day at the park.
I’m here when you sleep.
Your worst nightmare.
Can you see its legs
Climbing your hair?
Can you feel it?
It is black and furry.
Don’t go back to sleep
Or you’ll see blurry.
Did it bite your neck?
I can see the mark.
Just a little peck.
The room goes dark.
SHUT THE BLINDS
You can shut the blinds.
You can close your lights.
You can hide in your room.
But you can’t keep out The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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Ouija Board
Take my hand,
and I will speak
through you.
As the spirits
enter your body,
you will speak in their voices;
you will hear their thoughts.
Let the darkness descend.
The Dead are here.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
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I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
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THE DARKNESS INSIDE
Teeth glisten in the dark as I walk through the park. I stop in my tracks in fear, not knowing what can be near.
I stand quietly and listen, but I only see the glisten. Soft footsteps ring out behind me. I’m not waiting around to see.
Then I happen to glance down, and my face droops in a frown. The fanged smile floats on the lily pond. Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.
It reveals the darkness inside that I’ve always failed to hide. |
I step from the restaurant
into a dark alley.
My footsteps click on the cobblestones.
Footsteps echo behind me.
Lights glimmer ahead.
I hurry to the beacons.
Footsteps ring closer.
I run.
The footsteps follow.
People walk the avenue.
Stores twinkle their lights.
A voice calls, “Miss,
You forgot your charge card.”
I freeze and turn.
The waitress hands me the card.
I smile.
She disappears in the darkness.
I swallow.
Another night in the city.
FOLLOW THE CANDLES
Follow the candles
to where they lead.
Along the dark corridor, you walk,
expecting a monster at every corner.
No one appears.
No sounds break the dead quiet.
Along the corridor, you go,
waiting for something or someone.
You see darkness and candles.
A door appears at the end.
It creaks open.
Do you want to see the other side?
Human nature propels you
into the dark gloom.
What happens next?
The answer is hidden in the
inner recesses of your mind.
Follow your nightmare to its end.
Hurry before you wake.
There’s no turning back.
The Dead are waiting.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
