THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

I pass closed doors.

Cries fill the air.

Coldness descends.

Total silence falls.

I inch forward,

step by painstaking step.

I peek into a room.

Wheelchairs fill the darkness.

One chair turns.

The empty seat faces me.

The room ahead

glows green.

I hear voices.

I move closer.

Men in white coats

operate on a skeleton.

They flicker,

fade,

then become transparent.

Time for me to leave.

I’m strapped to the bed.

The men in white coats peer at me.

Too late.

An Unwelcome Surprise

An Unwelcome Surprise By Susanne Leist

 

Lights sparkle like stars on the walls.

Spots of color guide my journey.

Past closed doors, I walk, my head lowered, my steps slow.

I feel my way along the walls, the lights warm beneath my fingertips.

A cold wind hits the back of my neck.

I turn to the dark corridor before me.

Dark shadows twist into shapes, and an arm beckons to me.

Heart pounding in a tempo matching my chattering teeth, I stand frozen against the wall.

A knob hits me in the back.

My arm reaches behind, and I twist the knob.

I step back into the room.

The door shuts in my face.

I turn around.

Water flows beneath my feet.

An azure sky surrounds me.

I walk forward. The scene fades to black.

A brisk cold wind replaces the warmth.

In the distance walks a woman wearing a yellow raincoat and black rubber boots.

She approaches me with an ax in one hand and a black garbage bag in the other.

I back against the door, jiggling the knob.

Locked.

She stands before me and smiles.

I lift my eyes to eyes shimmering blood red.

“Would you like to fill this bag for me?”

She raises the empty black bag.

I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head.

Dots of lights shoot before my eyes.

The room swims.

I shut my eyes and fall to the ground.

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

 

ALONE IN A CEMETERY

 

The wind whispers.

The trees sway.

Air hisses through the leaves.

Shadows lurk between gravestones.

With long robes, they sweep toward me.

A statue looms in the distance.

A winged angel turns her cold face 

and faces me.

A wicked grin curves her mouth.

Her wings take flight.

And so do I.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water,
Heavey and intense
As it trickles and oozes.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

My only recourse is to escape
From within these walls
As I tunnel my way upward.

I want to be free from the evil,
Destroying me from within,

Keeping me from my family.

 
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Daniel Merriam

 

I open my eyes to strange creatures.

Why are they in my bedroom?

Their thrill laughter makes my skin crawl.

They wave knives at me.

I need to escape.

I can’t.

I’m tied to my bed.

They move closer.

I close my eyes.

Silence fills the room.

I slit my eyes open.

The room is now empty.

I glance at my chair in the corner.

A red balloon is tied to it.

Oh no.

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS The trees of the forest shiver and shake, their long limbs trembling for the next quake. Their bodies blaze a glaring white with tears frozen from their new plight. The world has become hard and cold. My trembling body feels...

 

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.

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FADE TO BLACK

 

 

 

The sky fades to black.

The Dead have come back.

The moon turns its head from me

as the soft ground swallows me.

The dark surrounds me.

Long arms grab at me.

The end might be near,

but I’m without fear.

Wolf is here for me.

He won’t set me free.

I’ll become one with the night.

I won’t go down without a fight.

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