RIDE WITH THE WIND

 

 

RIDE WITH THE WIND

The Dead ride the night.
They ride with the wind.
The daylight is their enemy.
Lock your doors.
Cover your windows.
You might be next.
They are a select group.
They torment their victims.
They are bloodthirsty.
See you in hell.


THE DEAD GAME

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EVIL

 

The house explodes.

It shatters from within

and topples to the sea.

No trace left behind

of its evil existence

or The Dead.

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THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Thanksgiving

The soothing waves turn choppy.
Residents become fearful.
Paradise turns deadly.
Don’t get caught in the storm
as The Dead take their true form. 
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BLACK CAT OUIJA

Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
🌹THE DEAD GAME 🌹by Susanne Leist

DEADLY GAMES

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Louise & her friends escaped End House.

But the deadly game was far from over.

She dashed across the beach,

mounds of sand hitting her face.

On the walkway, 

branches swiped at her.

Main Street stood empty.

Silent.

Candles flickered in the park.

A wind propelled her

toward the lights.

Thrust into the gazebo by an unseen force,

Louise felt like a puppet on a string.

A noose wrapped around her neck.

She hung from the wooden beams.

Hooded creatures circled her.

The noose tugged tighter.

The world spun.

The shadows slowed.

They chanted in an unfamiliar language,

Their hoods casting their faces in shadows.

The winds turned wilder,

moaning in unison with the voices.

Louise recognized a face before she losing consciousness,

but it was too late for her or the town of Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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I’M A MAN

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“I’m a man

Can’t you see what I am?

I live and I breathe for you

But what good does it do

If I ain’t got you, ain’t got?

You don’t know what it’s like, baby

You don’t know what it’s like

To love somebody

To love somebody

The way I love you”

THE DEAD GAME