I’M A MAN

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“I’m a man

Can’t you see what I am?

I live and I breathe for you

But what good does it do

If I ain’t got you, ain’t got?

You don’t know what it’s like, baby

You don’t know what it’s like

To love somebody

To love somebody

The way I love you”

THE DEAD GAME

THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

I pass closed doors.

Cries fill the air.

Coldness descends.

Total silence falls.

I inch forward,

step by painstaking step.

I peek into a room.

Wheelchairs fill the darkness.

One chair turns.

The empty seat faces me.

The room ahead

glows green.

I hear voices.

I move closer.

Men in white coats

operate on a skeleton.

They flicker,

fade,

then become transparent.

Time for me to leave.

I’m strapped to the bed.

The men in white coats peer at me.

Too late.

An Unwelcome Surprise

An Unwelcome Surprise By Susanne Leist

 

Lights sparkle like stars on the walls.

Spots of color guide my journey.

Past closed doors, I walk, my head lowered, my steps slow.

I feel my way along the walls, the lights warm beneath my fingertips.

A cold wind hits the back of my neck.

I turn to the dark corridor before me.

Dark shadows twist into shapes, and an arm beckons to me.

Heart pounding in a tempo matching my chattering teeth, I stand frozen against the wall.

A knob hits me in the back.

My arm reaches behind, and I twist the knob.

I step back into the room.

The door shuts in my face.

I turn around.

Water flows beneath my feet.

An azure sky surrounds me.

I walk forward. The scene fades to black.

A brisk cold wind replaces the warmth.

In the distance walks a woman wearing a yellow raincoat and black rubber boots.

She approaches me with an ax in one hand and a black garbage bag in the other.

I back against the door, jiggling the knob.

Locked.

She stands before me and smiles.

I lift my eyes to eyes shimmering blood red.

“Would you like to fill this bag for me?”

She raises the empty black bag.

I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head.

Dots of lights shoot before my eyes.

The room swims.

I shut my eyes and fall to the ground.

A HORROR TALE

Stay away from here. Death I cannot bear. I’m telling a horror tale with each wag of my fine tail. Oasis it is not. More of a horror spot. Tourists disappear into the thin air. One day they’re right here. Next day they’re nowhere. THE DEAD...

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Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

Oasis it is not.

More of a horror spot.

Tourists disappear

into the thin air.

One day they’re right here.

Next day they’re nowhere.

THE DEAD GAME

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CREEPY CREEPY SCARY

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Creepy, creepy, scary.
This can become hairy.

The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.

But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.

A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.

Down to the basement we go,
This is silly even I know.

Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.

Traps are falling from the low ceiling.
My wet feet are losing their feeling.

We are standing in a pool.
And I feel like a big fool.

We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.

The Dead have a morbid sense of humor,
Should have listened to every rumor.

Goodbye to one and all.
I see the bouncing ball.

THE DEAD GAME