A BIT FEY

 

 

I walk with the living at day.

They do not hear I word I say.

They assume I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run through the trees,

Flying faster than bees.

At day, my true self hides away.

People believe I might be fey.

At night, I walk with others.

Closer to me than brothers.

“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.

Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

A GINGERBREAD HOUSE

 

 

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

 

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

 

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

 

Come and take a quick look.

Or you can read my book.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

WELCOME TO MY CASTLE

 

 

Welcome to my castle.

Not to be a hassle.

But please knock on the door.

It will open once more.

Step inside, join the party.

Come and eat long and hearty.

Until midnight strikes doom on the head.

You’ll be gone except for The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

IT’S TIME

Source:

 

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

house in woods

 

 

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

GHOST TALES

 

 

Oh, Ouija Board,

please bring me spirits.

Spirits of the light

and ones of the damned.

I want to hear their tales

of past lives and woes.

I want to feel

their ghostly presence.

Their dead breath

on my face.

I  feel their cold breath.

Shrieks fill the night.

Icy fingers trail down my face.

They’re at my neck.

Squeezing.

Too tight.

Much too tight…

A BOOK OF EVIL

 

 

 

A book of evil.

A book of the devil.

Worshippers of death.

Does it exist?

Does it have a cult of followers?

It does in Oasis, Florida.

It’s revered and honored.

Welcome to Oasis.

Enjoy your stay.

THE DEAD GAME

STEP INSIDE

The door waits to be opened.

The window to be explored.

The house holds mysteries.

Intrigue for adventure-seekers.

Ghosts for hunters.

Blood for the insatiable.

And death for its followers.

Come and explore.

THE DEAD GAME