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
Kindle
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Snow falls.
Music fills the air.
In the glass dome of a house,
guests twirl and dance.
Images reflected on glass walls.
Champagne flows.
The clock strikes midnight.
The dance floor empties.
We are alone.
The game has begun.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
RIDE WITH THE WIND
The Dead ride the night.
They ride with the wind.
The daylight is their enemy.
Lock your doors.
Cover your windows.
You might be next.
They are a select group.
They torment their victims.
They are bloodthirsty.
See you in hell.
THE DEAD GAME
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Am I welcome to dinner?
I feel mighty hungry.
Like I’m skin and bones.
Or just bones.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
“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 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.
The night holds
You too tight.
You belong to us now.
I say this with a bow.
You will follow us to hell
As we ring the nightly bell.
Our servant you will be.
You’ll never be set free.
