CANDLES ON THE WALLS

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The candles on these walls

throw shadows down the halls.

Shadows that float in the air,

horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,

my insides begin to quake.

Gargoyles stare at us from above,

I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.

I follow along, lost in a daze.

I ask, “How do we get out of here?”

My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?

I look down at all the blood.

It flows from the indoor pool.

As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.

There’s nothing else I want to see.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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DARK AS SIN

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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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THE DOOR LOCKS

 

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Kingdom Come

It welcomes. 

It creaks.

It sighs.

Its door opens.

Candlelight streams out.

We peek inside.

Grim faces stare back.

Gargoyles stand sentinel

along the curving staircase.

The wind brushes our skin

with its unseen fingers.

Candles light the way

down the right hall.

Shadows move and sway

with the flickering candles.

The door locks behind us.

We’re in for the ride.

End House has spoken.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE EVIL STAIRCASE

 

 

THE EVIL STAIRCASE

No one answers our knock.

The front door drifts open.

I step into the dark hallway.

My friends close behind.

A dark staircase looms above us.

Gargoyles stand guard along its banisters.

Lights flicker from the right hallway.

A cold draft hits our left shoulders.

What should we do?

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THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

A HAUNTED PARTY

 

 

A party at End House.

A surprise party for us.

It’s dark inside.

And deserted.

Look at the curving staircase.

Creepy gargoyle stand guard.

Look over there.

Candles light the way.

Down the long hallway.

Let’s follow them.

A door to the basement.

The door slams shut behind us.

And locks.

The stairs are slippery.

Why are my feet are wet?

We’re standing in cold water.

What’s that noise?

Machines creaking.

Cages are descending.

They have pointy edges.

Circular saws sweep across the water.

Help!

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FOLLOW THE CANDLES

End House is dark and deserted.

The invitation called for a party.

No one is here to greet us.

Flickering candles line the hallway,

Beckoning us to follow.

Gargoyles tower over the carpeted staircase.

The door behind us locks shut.

What do we do now?

THE DEAD GAME 

THE CANDLES

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Candles climb up the stairs.

Sentries of the dark night.

A deserted house in the woods.

Peeling wallpaper and dirty floors.

We were invited to a party.

But there’s no host to greet us.

More candles line the hallway to the right.

Their lights flicker on the grey walls.

Empty rooms greet our hesitant steps.

An open door leads to the basement.

Thick darkness beckons from below.

I suggest we get out while we can.

Hey, guys!

Don’t leave me here by myself.

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