THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

Green lights the way.

Doors open and close.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

Step by painstaking step.

I peer into a room.

A bed in an empty room.

The next room holds a wheelchair.

It turns.

Empty.

A green light glows.

From the room ahead.

Sounds of voices.

I move closer.

Until I can see inside.

Surgery is being performed.

On a skeleton.

By smiling people.

People who fade in and out.

Ghosts.

Time for me to leave.

I’m on the bed.

The ghost are looking down.

At me.

Too late.

Advertisements

RIDE WITH THE WIND

RIDE WITH THE WIND

They ride the night.
The Dead ride with the wind.
Daylight is their enemy;
Darkness their savior.
Lock your doors.
You might be next.
Hide well.
You might become one of them
On this dark night.
THE DEAD GAME

Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj 

A HOUSE

 

Do you love mazes?

Being lost in the dark.

Searching for an exit.

Only to find more hallways.

More traps.

More illusions.

What if a house was a maze?

Guests trapped inside.

Searching for doors.

Doors leading to more horrors.

Blood.

Welcome to End House

and The Dead Game.

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

THE GREEN BECKONS

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

Green lights the way.

Doors open and close.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

Step by painstaking step.

I peer into a room.

A bed in an empty room.

The next room holds a wheelchair.

It turns.

Empty.

A green light glows.

From the room ahead.

Sounds of voices.

I move closer.

Until I can see inside.

Surgery is being performed.

On a skeleton.

By smiling people.

People who fade in and out.

Ghosts.

Time for me to leave.

I’m on the bed.

The ghost are looking down.

At me.

Too late.

HOUSE OF ILLUSIONS

 

The house is dark and deserted.

What is it trying to tell us?

Why are objects floating in the air?

Are ghosts holding them?

Are our minds being controlled

by some unknown force?

End House has its powers.

Powers of persuasion and illusion.

Cages are falling from the ceiling.

Are those rotating saws?

We better run for our lives.

THE DEAD love their games.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

EVIL WAITS

Evil waits at death’s door
For those who follow the creatures of the dammed.
Doors pop up all around me,
But none lead to the valley of The Dead.

I will not give up on my search
To uncover the opening to hell below.
Innocent victims are trapped in the silent hell,
Waiting to be freed from the unearthly darkness.

My friends must be among the crowd
Of souls yearning to be set free once more.
Illusions and traps may try to confuse me
But I refuse to yield to their games anymore.

Winds grab hold of my hair with their wispy fingers,
Tightening their grasp around my neck.
The sand becomes wet and soggy,
Turning to quicksand beneath my bare feet.

The forest transforms itself into a swamp,
Filled with slithering snakes and alligators.
I’ve seen this trick once before from Wolf,
Using illusions to further his game.

This time I will not turn away in fear
And run from his evil laughter.
Nothing will stop me from fighting
To free my friend’s from his evil reign.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

THE DARK

 

 

A light shines into my room.

What was dark is now light.

The spotlight has hit its mark.

My body cold and shivering on the bed.

Whispers fill the night air.

Footsteps follow in their wake.

Doors open down below.

It is too late to run or hide.

Too late to save myself from him.

He walks the night to find me.

His journey has come to an end.

And so has mine.

THE DEAD GAME

WELCOME

doors

 

Welcome to End House.
Fantasies are waiting for you.
Doors to open.
Revolving rooms to visit.
Try the basement.
But don’t get locked in.
Too late.
Now you must cross the water.
Be careful of the falling cages.
What’s that noise?
Are those giant saws sweeping through the water?
Of course they are.
Just another hurdle for you to jump over.
Are these illusions?
Soon you will find out!
The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME

OPEN THE DOOR IF YOU DARE!

Open the door.<br /> The suspense of the unknown<br /> is running through your veins.<br /> You are eager to see what’s<br /> on the other side.<br /> But this door continues on and on.<br /> One door leads to another and another.<br /> When will this torment end?<br /> When will you find what’s hidden from you?<br /> The door at End House will keep you guessing.<br /> The Dead don’t want you to find answers so easily.<br /> They love their games.<br /> Come and play.<br /> THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

Open the door.

If you dare.

The suspense of the unknown

is running through your veins.

You are eager to see what’s

on the other side.

One door leads to the next.

When will this torment end?

When will you find what’s hidden from you?

Room after revolving room.

The Dead don’t want you to find answers.

They love their games.

Come and play.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

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

http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

794eb-1560694_382435351896199_561900533_n

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we are locked in its basement.
We’ve already made it through 
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way out but forward.

Three closed doors are standing before us.
The horrors behind the first two doors 
Had almost killed us.
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
It’s dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.

Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape
From this hell hole.

He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.

The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He’s found a door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…

Their journey has only just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj