They walk on silent feet
through the forest so deep.
I must keep moving my feet
without stopping to sleep.
The howling wind plays their song
of bloody deaths for us all.
They’re not for this place for long.
They wait for the town to fall.
They are surrounding me.
I can’t outrun their reach.
Somehow I must get free
and make it to the beach.
The ground is opening.
Sadly I know for whom.
I’m falling in a hole
that will soon be my tomb.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Too often, there are deaths.
Too often, there are murders.
Too often, we stop and stare.
Too often, people look away.
Sad, but true.
Human nature possesses an evil side,
which tempts us each day.
Its flipside offers us a way to achieve
purer thoughts and good deeds.
Which path will lead to a better world?
Too often, we make the wrong choice.
A paradise is now lost and gone,
Never to be found again.
Whomever the demons come upon,
No more peace but only pain.
Like a cold witch’s brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME
One more smack of my shovel
And the earth’s slumber is cut short.
The ground rumbles and shakes,
Moving debris away from the fresh hole.
The trees step back in horror,
Removing their canopy of leaves.
The sun sneaks a peek into the abyss,
Where a door waits to be opened.
One more shake, rattle, and roll
And the door is lifted into standing position.
What was once below in the darkness
Has now been moved above into the sunshine.
This door has powers not yet fully realized.
It has opened to fantasies and dreams
Of the fishermen and their families.
Offering them escape from violent attacks and storms.
It has also opened to trap our dear friends
In the dungeons below End House.
One step at a time I will take
Into the descending realms of the supernatural.
The coldness envelopes me with its cold breath.
Icy fingers run up and down my spine.
Dark shadows dart by too quickly to be seen.
But I know that I am not alone down here.
I huddle with my friends for warmth.
We walk as one down the corridors of time.
Life has no dominion down here.
Death is the ruler of the day.
A closed metal door stands before us.
This is the moment that makes or breaks heroes.
We are beyond any fear of consequences.
We’ve been through this too many times before.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
Another day in Oasis, Florida.
Another perfect day.
A party at the desolate End House
Leaves two party members missing
And the rest fleeing for their lives.
The Sheriff sits alone in his office,
Waiting for word about the party.
No phone calls.
And no deputy.
A deputy gone missing when needed most.
Louise runs ahead of Mike and David,
Down the treacherous back steps of End House.
Steep steps offering a long drop into the ocean.
The beach offers its own obstacles.
Swirling masses of sand hit her in the face.
Almost blinded, she makes it to the gazebo in the park.
Why has she come here?
Better to have gone straight to the Sheriff.
But something is pulling her forward.
Not a thing but an invisible force.
She feels like a puppet on a string,
Being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.
A noose hangs in the gazebo,
Swaying in the quickening breeze.
Who put it there?
Maybe by those hooded creatures,
Who are circling the gazebo and chanting.
“More games.
I hate games.
But even more,
I hate The Dead.
I refuse to join in the fun.
“Wait!
How did I get up here?
The noose is around my neck!
And those creatures are leering at me.
The leader has a deep voice that sounds familiar.
Could they be human?
Oh no! Now I recognize one of them.
But it’s too late for me.
And too late for the town.”
THE DEAD GAME
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There is something painfully wrong about the seemingly perfect town of Oasis
By Peter Garcia on May 24, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
The opening pages of “The Dead Game” grab you at the ankles and drag into the deeper story. There is something painfully wrong about the seemingly perfect town of Oasis. Without getting into spoilers, here’s my take. Leist’s cast of characters are interesting in and of themselves. They do leave you wanting to get to know them better; yet, as in real life you only get to see the sides and masks that others want you to see. That, to me, was the author’s point. Everyone in Oasis seems to have an agenda, and it’s hard to know what to believe. With that in mind, Leist does a great job of bringing to life the picturesque town of Oasis, and the menacing End House. The book is reminiscent of tales like “House on Haunted Hill,” yet with its own twists on the supernatural thriller. The story is well-paced and the dangers faced by Leist’s characters feels terrifyingly real. All in all, a good read. I look forward to reading more works from this author.
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Florida offers beautiful beaches,
Sunshine, soothing waves, and warm sea breezes.
Tourists cannot resist its lure,
A real oasis to be sure.
The waves crash against the shore,
Bringing sea creatures and more.
The increasing waves rock and roll
Until the water takes its toll.
The water reaches a new height
And the tourists react with fright.
What once was a paradise for one and all
Is under attack and under evil’s thrall.
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PARADISE IN OASIS
There’s paradise in Oasis, Florida.
Sun-drenched beaches by day,
Moonlight beaches by night,
A paradise to be shared by all.
Come and enjoy the sleepy nights.
The cooling sea breezes that
Bring mysterious shadows.
Dark shadows that walk
The deserted streets of town.
All is quiet.
All is dark.
Except for the footsteps.
Who goes there?
We ask behind our closed shutters.
No one answers.
Only footsteps.
Who will be alive come morning?
Only The Dead know.
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IT BURNS
Terror has to come to our town.
Why the big unhappy frown?
The Dead are here to stay.
They have come out to play.
The church is burning down.
There goes our pretty town.
I am their leader, you see.
Bow down now and worship me.
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