WALK IN SHADOW

flying creatures

 

He walks in shadow.

Blending with the night.

Stalking his victims.

Lighter than air.

One with the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

 

Come out in the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

Your time on earth will soon end.

 

Come out of the shadows.

And face me.

All will know what you are.

Leader of The Dead.

Your time is at end.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE END HAS COME

They fly against the windows.

Trying to enter the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

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THE WATCHERS

Who goes there?
We watch the town.
Protect the residents.
Run in a pack.
The Watchers are here.
We can be anyone.
Or appear in any form.
We are watching you.
THE DEAD GAME

TIME TO PLAY OUR HAND

 

 

Flying creatures behind us.

Sharp rocks before us.

We must escape the house.

We must reach the shore.

Before they catch us.

Who are they?

They lured us to End House.

They played games with our lives.

Time for us to play our hand.

Time for us to take a stand.

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SWIRLING ANGER

 

 

The skies open up,

Releasing pent-up anger.

Tears of revenge,

Falling in hail drops.

Flying creatures from hell,

Dipping low to catch victims.

Clouds swirl around the heavens,

Mopping up the bloody damage.

When will this all end?

What will happen to our town?

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THIS NIGHT THE TOWN WILL FALL

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A town hall in a small town.

Peaceful and quiet.

The building represents safety.

A shelter from the storm.

And from those who wish to do us harm.

High pitched chirping cuts through the silence.

We run through the doors on the wave of the tidal storm.

The building grows dark.

The sound of flapping wings surrounds us.

The windows shatter,

Flying creatures stream in.

Linda backs away.

Human faces on large ant bodies.

One creature grabs hold of Shana,

Swinging her up to the ceiling by her long hair.

This night the town will fall.

Linda has no more ideas or allies.

Time to say goodbye.

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THE HOUSE WAITS

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THE HOUSE WAITS

The sun falls to earth.

The moon begins its reign.

A dark reign over the world.

Over Oasis, Florida

And End House.

 

Take me to The Dead.

I want to see them.

Make them pay 

For what they have done.

For taking my friends.

 

Flapping wings fill the air.

They converge on the house.

Waiting for the battle to begin.

A battle to the death.

Time has come for the game to end.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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CAN YOU SEE IT?

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Can you feel it?

It circles the town.

On windswept nights.

Low in the darkening shadows.

Waiting and watching.

For the perfect moment.

When the moon rides high.

And the stars twinkle bright.

Death will make its entrance.

Circling closer to its prey.

Claws extended.

Beak facing down.

Its clutch sharp and pointy.

Shana dangling from its grasp.

Who will save us now?

The Dead are here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME

 

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THE DEAD GAME — TRAPPED IN A HOUSE OF HORRORS

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They were trapped in a house of horrors. Furry flying creatures and evil demons. What was next?

    The fire followed them into the room, bringing with it an intense heat. “Grilled humans,” screeched Natalie, “that should be a good snack for me.” She raised her arm and this time lifted Linda high up, above the raging fire. “I believe that this human should cook first, since she is Todd’s favorite treat.”

     The flying creatures continued to screech and dive down at them. One flew down low and caught Shana by her hair, lifting her up to the ceiling. She struggled with the furry demon, trying to free her hair from its deadly grip.

     Natalie said, “We now have two useless humans caught!”

     Sam called up to Shana. “Don’t worry! Just hold on tight! Once we vanquish her, the creatures will also be destroyed!”

     Shana continued to struggle against the creature. When she looked up at it, it glanced back down at her. She was shocked to see that while it had a human face, it also had a beak. But its body was the body of a huge bat. It kept staring at her, turning its head sideways—like a bird analyzing its prey.

     She pulled at her long hair trapped in its sharp talons. Its hooked claws were very sharp; she could feel their edges digging into her scalp. She was in a bad situation. She looked down at the strange scene being played out beneath her.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

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THE DEAD GAME

Louise and her friends escaped End House but the deadly game was far from over.

The Dead had much more in store for Louise.

Black shapes were creeping toward them on the pool deck.

Louise fled down the stairs to the beach,

with Mike and David following close behind.

David was screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the mountain.

Hard objects swiped at her,

almost causing her to lose her balance on the slippery stone steps.

But she continued on, refusing to look back.

She dashed along the beach.

Mounds of sand were being thrust in her face.

On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face.

Skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.

She ran down Main Street.

She felt all alone.

The streets quiet.

No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings.

Candles were flickering inside the gazebo.

Her body was being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights.

The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches,

but still she was being propelled forward.

She had no control over her body;

she was like a puppet on a string.

A noose wrapped itself around her neck.

She was hanging in the middle of the gazebo.

Hooded creatures began circling her.

The noose was tugged tighter

until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.

Without any air left in her lungs…

with the world spinning around her…

she watched as the shadows slowed down

to take on distinct human forms.

The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes,

glaring up at her.

They were chanting in an unfamiliar language.

Their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow.

Long metal chains hung from their necks with gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.

One member of the group lifted arms up high.

The winds turned wilder and more violent,

moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader.

Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness,

but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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