WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there?
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WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there in the darkness?

No movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce.

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows coast along with the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

The ghostly form stands up to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

All the candles go dark.

This was a silly lark.

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story.

We won’t be leaving soon with glory.

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IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

Haunted House on hill

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The house sits alone.

Night after night.

Ghosts in its walls.

Demons below its floors.

It waits for the night.

When the moon bleeds red.

Nature becomes silent.

And shadows walk tall.

Lights shine through its windows.

Sounds creep up from its basement.

We’ve come to play.

In The Dead of night.

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SHADOWS IN THE WOODS

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SHADOWS IN THE WOODS

The full moon casts its harsh light,

Spotlights to the left and right.

Shadows drift in the trees.

Some even on their knees.

On the shallow lake,

they cast their cold gaze.

Reflections of bones

Flicker in the haze.

While the small town sleeps,

They walk the dark streets.

They ready for their fight.

Their march a deadly sight.

Soft snores won’t deter them.

Children’s cries won’t halt them.

From the woods, they have come.

They will return as one.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

BLOOD MOON

Bloodmoon

 

 

BLOOD MOON

The moon is a foreshadow
of things to come,
frightening things,
unhappy things.

Its red glow creeps through trees
to the remote town,
where all are asleep,
feeling safe in their beds.

Creep, Creep, Creep,
the red mist spreads,
down the streets
and into the homes.

The fog solidifies,
forming dark shadows.
Shadows of the night
that have come to play.

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DARK AS SIN

Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning...

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Friday the 13th is here.

There is nothing to fear.

My gargoyle friends are waiting.

Their stares are somewhat scathing.

But the night is still young.

The noose is already hung.

Bats fly around the old house.

They squeak like a little mouse.

Lightning sizzles as it plays.

Over the dark house, it stays.

Thunder rumbles in pain.

Loud noises but no rain.

The door opens wide.

There’s no place to hide.

We might as well go in.

inside looks dark as sin.

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A LOVE PECK

 

 

I walk quickly this night

from who lurks out of sight.

The wind gives a whistle and a sigh

as strands of my hair begin to fly.

The moon hides its face.

I pick up my pace.

Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands around my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He is taking my blood.

I die in a red flood.

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A DOOR IN THE FOREST

A Door in the Forest

A DOOR IN THE FOREST

The house is gone.
All that’s left is ash
And the door.

The door to the dungeons.
Where The Dead lived
And died.

I can see dark shadows
In the distance.
Are they coming for us?

I thought they were all gone.
What happened to The Dead?
Are they gone or still lingering?

The earth is rumbling.
The door is shaking.
We’d better leave.

Right Now!

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FOOTSTEPS

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“Institute Benjamenta” (1995)

 
Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

A stranglehold on my nerves.

Is he standing outside the door?

Waiting for me to open it.

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I refuse to become one of them.

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YOUR NIGHTMARE WILL NEVER END

darkestdee:

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The house from my nightmares exists.
Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?
Is part of its facade a skull?
Does this mean that death lives here?
"Yes" the wind echoes.
THE DEAD live here.
Come and meet them.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

darkestdee:

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The house from my nightmares exists.
Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?
Is part of its facade a skull?
Does this mean that death lives here?
“Yes” the wind echoes.
THE DEAD live here.
Come and meet them.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

  • The candles are leading us
down a dark hallway.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

The candles are leading us
down a dark hallway.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

prettysuicidal:

Once you begin to read,
your nightmare will never end.
You will hunted and pursued
through dark houses, revolving rooms,
deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.
There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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prettysuicidal:

Once you begin to read,
your nightmare will never end.
You will hunted and pursued
through dark houses, revolving rooms,
deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.
There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.

          THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist 

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