NO SURVIVORS

They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD...

(Source: livetalskare)

 

 

 

They fly through the trees.

Over the deadly mist.

Landing in the forest.

Where no man walks.

No light penetrates.

No laughter follows.

The realm of The Dead.

Their nightly playground.

Games with no survivors.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

BOOK 2 – Winter 2017

Will Wolf return to Oasis, Florida?
We’ve missed him.
His good looks.
Charming personality.
Deadly ways.
Will he arrive as a bat?
Or maybe as a wolf?
He could even take the place
Of one of our own.
Will his appetite be as fierce?
His passions as...

 (Source: dying-dog)

 

 

Will Wolf return to Oasis, Florida?

We’ve missed him.

His good looks.

Charming personality.

Deadly ways.

Will he arrive as a bat?

Or maybe as a wolf?

He could even take the place

Of one of our own.

Will his appetite be as fierce?

His passions as strong?

So many questions

Waiting to be answered

In Book 2 of THE DEAD GAME.

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BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

blackoutraven Kingdom Hearts
BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
Can you feel your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water,
in the basement of End House,
wearing your party...

 

blackoutraven   Kingdom Hearts

 

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

Can you feel your heart beating?

Is it beating too fast?

Do you feel trapped?

That is because you are.

You’re standing in a pool of water,

in the basement of End House,

wearing your party clothes.

There is a party,

but no host or guests.

The door behind you locks shut.

The only way is forward,

through the falling cages

with their sharp edges,

ready to ensnare their next victim.

Circular saws begin to descend,

looking for heads to slice off.

Run!

Run for your life!

The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

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COMING FOR ME

I look out the window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
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 (Source: stendec)

 

 

I look out the window

and what do I see?

A storm growing in force

and coming for me.

Death comes to town.

It has its own name.

The one that I know

is called The Dead Game.

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DARK AS THE NIGHT

HIDDEN

I walk with the living at day,

They do not hear a word I say.

They believe I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run like the wind past the trees,

Fly through the sky faster than bees.

My true self is hidden away,

I might be a little fey.

At night I walk with others,

They’re close to me like brothers.

Whom am I? you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forever more,

 

THE DEAD GAME

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DARKEST SECRETS

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DEATH METAL 2012 A by MACKOUSKOSK

 

My closet holds memories.

It hides my deepest secrets.

It can be dark and dreary.

It can ooze life’s nectar.

I should close the door.

I should never look back.

But I can’t stop myself.

I need to see it once more.

THE DEAD GAME — A Paranormal Mystery

Should we visit End House?

The beautiful house had almost been

destroyed in the last storm.

Pieces of its roof and shutters had

blown off in the winds.

The last family had disappeared.

Why did we receive an invitation

for a party at the deserted house?

Let’s go and find out.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

Come and join THE DEAD.

They are eager for new followers.

Who will be their next victim?

Who will wash up on shore?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

 

 

THE DEAD are watching.

They watch from windows and doors.

Once the sun goes down,

they roam the town.

Be smart;

stay indoors.

THE DEAD love the night.

 

 

The wolves howl in warning.

Birds flee in fear from trees.

The Dead come at night

to claim their victims.

Unless they are stopped.

Who is strong enough to stop them?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

 

 

The ground rumbles.

The gravestones shake.

The door to the mausoleum creaks open.

The leaves rustle in the wind.

The dirt parts.

A hand reaches from a grave.

Bodies rise up from the earth.

The Dead are ready to play.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

(Source: artizan3)

 

Midnight is approaching.

The witching hour in Oasis, Florida.

 

 

End House holds secrets.

Secrets of The Dead and gone.

Deadly traps.

Vengeful spirits.

Join us if you dare.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

ABYSS

Source:

Into the tunnel we are thrown.

Been more careful if I had known.

We’re falling down a dark abyss.

Please someone give us an assist.

 

We’re falling too hard and fast.

This nightmare better not last.

Our time has come to an end

As we fly around the bend.

 

The Dead are waiting for us below.

I can hear them yelling out hello.

We land with a thump and a bang.

I’m now facing a big fat fang.

 

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NIGHTMARE

THE NIGHTMARE

Linda was caught in a nightmare that she couldn’t escape from. It felt too real to be a nightmare but she couldn’t wake up.

     She chose the Fun House. She stepped into a room full of mirrors that made her multiple reflections appear distorted and unreal. She couldn’t figure out why she’d run into the Fun House if in every horror movie the victims were always portrayed as being terrorized there. She hoped this wasn’t another game of The Dead. She was determined to locate an exit, but found only mirrors and more mirrors; they made her dizzy. Her distorted reflections stared back at her—as if they were distinct entities, united against her, instead of her own creations.

     She ran until she crashed head-first through a mirror, into a dark place with no beginning or end. The whole experience felt unreal to her—as if she were lost in a different dimension. Behind this mirror, she encountered a man with a white mask and empty holes for eyes, laughing at her. When he touched her arm, she realized that he was real and not just a reflection.

     She fled from the laughing man, going deeper and deeper into the dark unknown. She looked back and noticed creatures following close behind her. Some were bats and some were dark shadows, but all were reaching for her. She hoped that these weren’t the same shadows from town that had been haunting her for weeks.

      She hit something hard and fell down. So maybe this place did have an end. She raced away with her hands out, hoping to find the mirror that had caused her to enter this dark hell. Ahead of her in the distance, she glimpsed a shiny surface. As she got closer, she realized it was the mirror, patiently waiting for her. I hope this wasn’t a trap.

     She decided to step through the mirror and worry about the consequences afterward. She had always been afraid of the dark. She wondered how these creatures knew her fears—unless it wasn’t real, but just a figment of her imagination. She stuck her hand out and found that it flowed right through the glass. She followed her hand and crawled through the mirror.

     She found herself back in the house by the sea. She was in the main hall, looking up at a long flight of stairs. She raced up the stairs and ran through the deserted rooms. The house was empty of any people or furnishings. All she could hear were her heels clicking on the shiny wood floors.

     Fearing that she was caught in an endless loop like the one at End House, she hurried back down the stairs, all the way down to the basement. Since the top two floors were empty, she decided to try the basement—even though basements were also popular in horror stories, which was exactly what she was in.

     The basement was empty. The floor she was standing on began to rotate around and around. She reached up to grab hold of something to help her climb off the revolving circle, but there was nothing: the walls were wet and slippery. As she tried to escape, she found herself falling deeper and deeper into the dark hole. The only thing she remembered before she lost consciousness was the sound of a man’s evil laughter as he chanted the words over and over, “It’s not over. I’ll be back.”

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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