what we feel in our hearts.
As the day comes to an end,
we must face the night.
Turn not your face away.
Dare not take a step back.
Bear the brunt of the red moon
as it burns through your empty soul.
eerie
WHISPERS IN THE WIND
Creepy.
Dark and deserted.
Overgrown lawn.
Whispers in the wind.
The house calls.
It beckons.
The night falls.
And so do the footsteps.
HOUSE OF HORRORS
A creepy room in
a house of horrors.
A maze of traps
and skeletons.
A house alive
with evil spirits.
Why did we come,
and how do we escape?
THE DEAD GAME
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Nook
MEAN KITTY
Heathers Animations
Are you surprised?
Well, so am I.
I didn’t expect you.
Don’t open strange doors.
Now, go away.
Meow.
THERE GOES THE SUN
Source:gothdolly
The moon shines bright on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the night from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
THE DEMON INSIDE
FEED THE MONSTER #azulestrellla
We have demons inside.
They can be hard to hide.
Before you descend
around the dark bend,
let your demons free.
You will better see
the good part of you
shown only to the few.
NIGHT
quietmoodygirl: benjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.
The moon creeps
through the maze of clouds,
a dark blanket
where stars sparkle and shine.
Time to welcome the dark shadows,
the nightwalkers,
the dreamers,
the ghosts of the past.
Welcome the night creatures
who are brave enough
to face the night.
For the night is here to stay.
TRICK OR TREAT
A house sits on a rise of land.
Watching.
Waiting.
Maybe it isn’t the house
that waits,
but the character
who lives inside.
Trick or treat.
IT’S TIME
The house sits alone,
Night after night.
Ghosts inhabit its walls.
Demons live below its floors,
Waiting for the night
When the moon bleeds red
And shadows walk tall.
Lights shine through the windows.
Sounds creep from the basement.
It’s time.
PRELUDE TO BOOK II – THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Has End House returned to Oasis?
Our chanting had cast it to sea.
It can’t be back.
We can’t be under attack.
Silence fills the forest.
A cold breeze tickles my arms.
I follow the path through
a thick copse of trees.
The sky darkens.
A shadow looms in the distance.
I enter the clearing.
Seagulls cry and swoop low.
I halt by a deep hole.
The spot where End House had stood.
A hard shove
And I’m falling.
Laughter follows my descent.
I hit rock bottom.
A tunnel stretches before me.
Light at its end.
THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES
PRELUDE TO BOOK II
SUSANNE LEIST 