THE PIANO PLAYS

 

 

The house welcomes us.

The piano plays.

The keys dance.

The walls moan.

A long night ahead.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

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CRASHING WAVES

CRASHING WAVES
Waves crashing to shore.
I want more and more.
The mist in my face
Keeps me in this place.
The tides dare to peak,
Lulling me to sleep.
This is my spot for now.
Waves, I refuse to bow.
I stand strong on the rocks,
Time passes on the...

 

CRASHING WAVES

Waves crashing to shore.

I want more and more.

The mist in my face

Keeps me in this place.

The tides dare to peak,

Lulling me to sleep.

This is my spot for now.

Waves, I refuse to bow.

I stand strong on the rocks,

Time passes on the clocks.

Deserted house I might be,

But I stand alone and free.

 

END HOUSE AT OASIS

 

 

End House sits alone and deserted.

Shutters torn and hanging.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

What happened to the family?

 

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

A sigh follows my hesitant steps.

A wind whistles through the empty rooms.

Dust swirls in mounds on the wood floors.

 

A scream rips through the rooms below.

Has the family returned,

Or am I the next victim?

The sound of footsteps on the stairs.

I must run.

I must hide.

 

They’re back.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

THE DARK FOREST

THE DARK FOREST
Come and visit us.
Follow the path.
Where does it lead?
Deep into a forest.
Down a dark road.
Ignore the moans.
They are only animals.
Howls of a pack of wild dogs.
They love people.
It’s safe for you.
Don’t look back.
Face...

 

THE DARK FOREST

Come and visit us.
Follow the path.
Where does it lead?
Deep into a forest.
Down a dark road.
Ignore the moans.
The howls from a pack of wolves.
They love people.
It’s safe.
Don’t look back.
Face forward.
Soon you’ll be there.
Be prepared for anything.
Don’t be afraid.
End House is waiting for you.
And so are The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

 

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

flickering candles

Follow the candles

WELCOME TO THE PARTY

 

Candles along the stairs,

Keepers of the dark night.

We’ve come for the party

With no one else in sight.

 

More candles down the hall,

Their eerie lights flicker.

Empty rooms greet us as

We begin to bicker.

 

The basement door stands open.

We argue and make a fuss.

We agree to take the stairs

As the door slams behind us.

 

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there?
Source: slobbering

WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there in the darkness?

No movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce.

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows coast along with the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

The ghostly form stands up to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

All the candles go dark.

This was a silly lark.

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story.

We won’t be leaving soon with glory.

SILENCE

Hallway

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
It soon follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Coming closer.
It’s now moving rapidly
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes
And stand firm.
The darkness descends.

SECRETS

 

Night comes near.  The moon begins to rise.  The birds are beginning to swarm.  The Dead are ready to rise.  Who are they?  What are they?  THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leistslobbering:

Valentin Rekunenko

 

Night comes near.

The moon rises.

The birds swarm.

The Dead rise.

THE DEAD GAME

 

  • slobbering:    Valentin Rekunenko    The portraits in Wolf’s house look so real.  As if a hand will reach out to grab the rose in your hand.  Are the portraits alive?  Is the house alive?  Why are the eyes following us?  Get us out of here!  The Dead are alive in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

(Source: pixography)

 

The portraits come alive.

Eyes follow us from below

the glass floor.

Alligator eyes.

A pool of alligators.

The Dead are alive in THE DEAD GAME.

 

  • witchinqhour:    Do The Dead sleep in coffins?  Do they sleep in beds like humans?  What about human vampires?  Meet them in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist  http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist  http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

witchinqhour:

Do The Dead sleep in coffins?

Do they sleep in beds like humans?

What about human vampires?

Meet them in THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

  • I wouldn’t go inside if I was you.  You don’t know who is waiting for you.  Who?  The Dead.

 

I wouldn’t go inside.

You don’t know 

who is waiting for you.

Who?

The Dead.

 

The best way to survive in Oasis  is to keep your mouth, ears, and eyes shut.  The Dead don’t like intruders.Source: hauntedlounge)

 

The best way to survive in Oasis

is to keep your mouth, ears and eyes shut.

The Dead don’t like intruders.

 

  • The house is deserted.  The warm wind blows the windows open.  The breeze ruffles the curtains and  lifts the sheets covering the abandoned furniture.  What happened to the last family living there?  They disappeared in the night,  never to be heard from again.  A stormy night that was filled with  dangerous lightning and thunder.  End House holds many secrets.  Should we venture inside to uncover   its secrets?  Or should we leave these secrets to  grow and fester, along with the other  secrets hidden in Oasis, Florida?  The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

 

The house is deserted.

A warm wind blows the windows open.

The breeze ruffles the curtains and

lifts the sheets covering the abandoned furniture.

What happened to the last family living there?

They disappeared in the night,

never to be heard from again.

A stormy night that was filled with

dangerous lightning and thunder.

End House holds many secrets.

Should we venture inside to uncover

its secrets?

Or should we leave these secrets to

grow and fester, along with the other

secrets hidden in Oasis, Florida?

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

BALANCED AT THE EDGE

 

A house balanced at the edge.

Daring all to enter its domain.

A black invitation in hand.

We go to the party.

Faced with deadly traps.

We run for our lives.

Down the rocks.

To the beach.

Winds bashing our faces.

Lightning lighting our way.

To the park.

To a gazebo lit by candles. 

A hanging body inside.

Will this night ever end?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://myBook.to/TheDeadGame
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

THE GATES

 

 

THE GATES

The gates encircle the property,

Their sharp edges pointing to the sky.

They deter all visitors,

Keeping the evil inside.

The house holds many secrets,

Some strange and unbelievable.

Windows are eyes to the soul

And mirrors to the unknown.

End House has invited us,

Extending a fancy invitation.

Do we dare follow our curiosity,

Or listen to our pounding hearts?

We are here for the night.

Time will only tell.

Whether we make it to morning

In this unholy hell.

THE DEAD GAME