OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 50

The winds rush forth with open arms,
Crushing me into a cave of sand.
Darkness rushes to seal me in,
Flashes of light retreating in defeat.

I try to hold onto the reds and yellows,
But they fade into the expanding darkness.
The sand cascades in swirls of beige,
Soft but firm it holds me captive.

My fingers dig into the packed waves,
Leaving evidence of my unhappy plight.
I try to climb the growing piles
That continue to rise in my mounting despair.

My eyes focus on the hole open to the sky,
Desperately seeking a way out.
I am held tight in this evil creation,
A force of nature and hell combined.

A sound slowly creeps in from the opening,
Gaining volume and force on its way down.
It’s the sound of laughter and glee
From the creature who desires me most.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 37

Run but you cannot hide.
Todd will be mine to find.
No light will shine today,
Only darkness to wield the day.

I wave my wand of lightning,
Bang my drums of thunder.
My mouth breathes puffs of fire,
My soul is pure black.

I come to you as a tornado,
Twisting in the wind,
Gathering force along the way
To strike with the arm of a god.

Your smell entices me.
It leads me to your side.
What was once human
Will soon be a follower of mine.

Linda might adore your sickly beauty,
A facade of a true vampire.
A mere human vampire is no match
For the perfect beauty of mine.

Stand back as I unleash my minions,
Who will crush you with pellets of hail,
Sharp bullets into your human heart,
A stampede of thrashing winds and fire.

Come to me to fulfill your destiny,
As one of my own army.
As a follower and not a competitor,
Leaving only one choice for you to make.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 29

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

GAZEBO IN THE DARK

GAZEBO IN THE DARK

The thick darkness surrounds me from all sides.
The storm is brewing with the rising tides.
Up ahead is the gazebo in the clearing.
I do not like the sound of the wind I’m hearing.
Tonight it is deserted and eerie.
I wonder if anyone will see me.
There are candles lit inside.
There won’t be a place to hide.
I’m being pulled into the light.
I refuse to give up my fight.
A noose is hanging up above for me.
Soon I’ll be bait for the fish in the sea.
THE DEAD GAME
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A RIDE INTO YOUR IMAGINATION

Take a ride into your imagination.
Explore the deep recesses
of your mind and your fears.
Explore the unknown.

In the basement of End House,
you are faced with three closed doors.
What lies behind them?
When you open a door,
will you be entering an actual room
or one from created from your darkest fears?
Does one hold a tunnel leading to darkness?
Pick one and find out.
You are only limited by your own imagination.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE MIST

THE MIST

The mist.
The fog.
The air is heavy.
Encircling me.
In its heavy cocoon.
It’s growing.
Searching.
For whom?
For me?
I must leave.
Right now.
It’s following me.
Reaching for me.
There’s no escape.
They’re here.

THE OTHER SIDE WAITS FOR YOU

The other side waits for you.

And only you.

No one else will do.

You can run.

But you can’t hide.

It will follow you

until you accept

the inevitable.

Look at your reflection.

See it wither and fade away.

You will be gone.

From this world.

And stuck in the next.

What will you find there?

It’s a surprise.

Aren’t surprises supposed

to be good?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

PARTY WITH THE DEAD

Follow me to the clearing.

Where the trees part in fear.

For The Dead come to play.

And the La Santa Muerte

comes to rule.

She will rule with an iron hand,

and reward her followers.

Come and bring your sacrifices.

And your wishes will come true.

You will reap her rewards of

revenge and murder.

For the female Grim Reaper

is all-powerful,

all-knowing.

The taste of blood

can be so sweet.

Come and join us.

THE DEAD GAME

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DEADLY INVITATION

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Costume designed by Eiko Ishioka (1938~2012)

Come to me, my pretty.

I’m waiting with open arms.

Grab hold of my gown.

I will take you on an adventure.

The bats will be your guide.

Don’t worry.

No one will harm you.

Unless I say so.

Would you follow her?

Would you wear that gown?

What else comes to mind

when you see a gown with bats?

THE CLOWN

blackoutraven:

PENNYWISE

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The hotel room is quiet.

The furniture looks shabby.

A dim light glows from a

small bed-side lamp.

The carpet is worn from

years of footsteps.

Then you hear a strange noise.

A high-pitched static sound.

A sound emanating from the old T.V. set.

The black and white screen appears to be on.

But you didn’t turn on the T.V.

when you entered the room.

A clown’s face appears on the screen.

He looks at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room!

If you don’t leave right away,

I will just have to kill you.”

At first, you think this is silly

since he’s only an image on a screen.

But then his hand reaches out

through the screen.

His fingers have long red nails.

His body begins to emerge.

He’s here.

For you.

You are no longer alone.