BEFORE THE MORNING LIGHT

 

Soon you’ll be one of us.

Walkers of the night.

Seekers of the dark.

Stand up.

Claim what’s yours.

Before the morning light.

THE DEAD GAME

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A STORY

 

 

Hello,

I want to tell you a story.

A story about Oasis, Florida.

A seaside town.

Its friendly residents

have stores in town.

Its original residents

live in the forest

at the edge of the beach.

They come out at night

to party and play.

Who are these people?

Are they people?

Come and play

THE DEAD GAME

and find out.

 

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Human Vampires

The passion of Dracula

results in an offspring.

Not human.

Not vampire.

But human vampire.

He lives in The Dead Game.

Read his story.

Guess who he is.

All will be revealed

in book 2 of The Dead Game.

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THE DEAD LIKE THEIR GAMES

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Trees and bushes fill the conservatory.

Wolf wants to show us what’s hidden inside.

Linda follows him into the bushes.

Her scream curdles my blood.

We run to her to find cages of snakes.

Their tongues slipping in and out of the holes.

Hungry for their next meal.

The trees draw closer to our group.

Lifting up their massive roots to take chase.

Time to leave this sorry example of the macabre.

The Dead like their games a little too much for comfort.

THE DEAD GAME

HORROR BY THE SEA

 

 

HORROR BY THE SEA

We have found the exit from this house.

We’ll sneak out as quiet as a mouse.

The owner must not know we’re gone.

He’ll chase us to death and beyond.

We’ll crawl down by the rocks and sea.

Make our way back in time for tea.

End House won’t hold us anymore.

We’ve seen enough horror and gore.

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THE OASIS HOTEL

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THE OASIS HOTEL

The white hotel on the beach

has everything within reach.

A swimming pool in the sun

offers fun in the hot sun.

The night brings a different story

of The Dead in all their glory.

They come to scare the town,

cold stares served with a frown.

Beware of the walking dead.

They are evil ones to dread.

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A CLOSED DOOR




A closed door.
What could be on the other side?
Should we knock?
Is the house deserted?
Is someone waiting inside?
Linda and her friends knock on the door.
It opens on its own.
No one is there to greet them.
A red carpeted staircase protected by gargoyles.
A long hallway lit by candles.
They step inside.
This is their first mistake.


THE DEAD GAME 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 49


A simple evening walk.
A time to breathe the fresh air.
The streets beckon to me
With their soothing lights.

Yellow glows of love and laughter are
Reflected in dancing spots on wet cobblestones.
Spots of light that I can never call my own
As they bounce away from my reaching hands.

A peek in the windows confirms my suspicion
Of lives lived to the fullest.
Meals enjoyed and savored,
Bringing family members even closer.

I walk alone in the night.
No one’s hand to hold.
No meals to share.
My thoughts are all for myself.

I will search for my friends,
Each one of us lonely beings in a small town,
Where family is the desired way of life,
And loneliness is scorned upon.

I am no longer alone.
Footsteps are following me,
The long strides of a man.
Moving closer with each step.
Soon he’ll be upon me.

I run down the slippery stairs,
Desperate to outrun my stalker.
He is right behind me.
I shudder before I slip and fall.

I roll down two flights of stairs
To land in a ball at the bottom.
I’m terrified to lift my head
Or check my bruised knees.

Someone squats down beside to me.
An arm encircles my shoulders.
I feel warm and sheltered.
I peek through the mess of my hair,
And I recognize Todd.

A man who has saved me countless times.
A man of few words and no fears.
A man I want to trust but can’t.
He helps me stand up.

I am wrapped in his strong arms.
Soothed by his soft voice.
It is hard to stay strong and aloof.
It is so hard to be independent.

He looks over my bruises.
He leads me to the hospital.
A few stitches and I’m free.
Free to leave with Todd.

Todd drives me home to his apartment.
Few words are spoken between us.
We don’t need words to explain our thoughts.
A touch, a smile, a wink is all we need.

He puts me into his bed and leaves.
I wait for his return.
I hear him moving about the apartment.
I’m left alone until the morning light.

At midnight, I have an awful dream,
Where Wolf attacks Todd.
He takes me in his arms
And we fly away to a place in the stars.

Wolf has evil inside him.
This evil drives him to do
Unspeakable things to humans.
To me, he’s always been compassionate.

Thank god it is only a dream.
It is Todd who walks into the room and not Wolf.
He asks how I feel  and is happy with my answer.
I tell him I’m ready to go home.

His face fills with a scowl.
“You’re not safe to be living on your own.
Wolf might return at any moment.”

“If he wanted me,
He could’ve taken me at any time.
But he didn’t. 
I’m going home.”
I gather my clothes to get dressed.

“No! I will stay with you.
Todd stands firm with his hands on his hips.
He must always get his way,
But this time he won’t.

We walk by the beach to reach my apartment.
The winds are playing their games again.
The howling winds are shaking the trees so hard 
That leaves and limbs flee for their lives.

Wolf appears before us,
Circled by thrashing winds,
Lit up from lightning strikes
In colors of orange, yellow, and green.

He doesn’t appear human,
But an omnipotent supernatural force.
He raises his arms to increase the winds.
His shouts intensify the lightning and thunder.

I cannot move.
I’m stuck in the sand.
Todd is trying to move.
Wolf laughs and blows Todd into the ocean.

I scream and scream.
Louder than ever before.
In a higher pitch.
He will not win again.

Wolf saunters over to me.
His swagger sickens me.
He takes me in his arms
And covers my lips with his.

He is taking control of my mind.
My strength is oozing out of my body.
I don’t want to fight anymore.
I give in.

Wolf lifts me in his arms
And gives a hearty roar.
He takes me to the skies,
Where others of his kind wait.

I look down to Earth
For any sign of my friends or Todd.
I can see no one.
But I know they won’t give up on me.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 45

Do my eyes deceive me?
Can this be true?
A creature is stalking me
Through the dark streets of town.

Eyes black as night.
Cries as soft as the wind.
Sharp claws tapping a sad melody.
It draws closer to me still.

The mansion’s gates yawn open for me.
My feet leave tracks in the mud.
Handprints where I fall in my haste.
Salty tears on the rocks.

The mansion waits in its dark glory
For the innocent and weary.
It sheds its shell like a caterpillar,
But no butterfly does it become.

The creature gains ground.
Stalking in its feline way.
Whiskers in the wind,
Leading its way to me.

One last stumble for me.
My knees graze the rocks.
My fingers climb the steps,
Digging deep into the dirt.

I turn one last time.
The dark one stands up.
Becoming taller and straighter.
On two feet it stands tall.

Its yellow eyes glimmer black.
No whiskers to follow my scent.
White skin for black fur.
Laughter falls from its lips.

He has come for me one last time.
He walks on muscled legs.
Sure and strong is his gait.
For no more does he crawl.

“Come to me!” he says.
“No more games for us to play.”
His hand reaches for mine
As I wait for this game to end.

“I refuse to belong to you.”
My voice shakes in despair.
I will not be a follower
Of The Dead and long gone.

The house swallows me whole.
I am hidden inside its walls.
A maze of rooms for shelter.
Darkness to shield me from harm.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 39


Take me to the other side,
Where right is wrong
And wrong rules the day.

The door creaks open for us,
But should we walk through?
Will we find our answers?

Linda grasps David’s hand,
Hiding behind his tall body.
Mike and Shana follow close behind.

The ground continues to shake.
The walls grumble with rage.
Bricks fall too close to her head.

Darkness peers back at them
From the other side,
A quivering body of blackness.

Dark shadows move 
And sway with the music.
Music they can only hear.

David steps through the doorway.
He stops and opens his arms wide.
A soft sigh escapes his lips.

People move through the shadows,
Moving together as one.
A light from above highlights their faces.

It can’t be!
I must be living a dream
Or maybe a nightmare. 

Linda shakes her head.
She will not go inside.
The game is over for her.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME