THE DOOR LOCKS

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“ Kingdom Come
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It welcomes.
It creaks.
It sighs.
Its door opens.
Candlelight streams out.
We peak inside.
Grim faces stare back.
Gargoyles stand sentinel
along the curving staircase.
A wind brushes our skin
with its unseen...

 

sean-o-neill-photography:

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?

Read The Dead Game to find out.

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!

THE DEAD GAME

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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.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE STAIRCASE

THE STAIRCASE

Follow the gargoyles to their master.

Follow the staircase to its source.

Take me down under 

To the darkness in us all.

 

Beneath End House lies the answers

To questions asked from times gone by.

The unearthly dungeons and mazes

Will lead our way through hell and beyond.

 

I know others have gone before me

To the place deep in the earth.

The door will open for me

And no other before or after.

 

Hell has unleashed its prized possessions

To torment the innocent and needy.

Even with their human bodies

They cannot hide forever from my wrath.

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

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DARK AS SIN

 

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.

THE DEAD GAME

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END HOUSE

It welcomes. 

It creaks.

It sighs.

Its door opens.

Candlelight streams out.

We peak inside.

Grim faces stare back.

Gargoyles stand sentinel

along the curving staircase.

A 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

Kindle

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Nook

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FRIDAY THE 13th

 

 

End House sits at the edge of a cliff,

overlooking the raging waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

A party is being given on Friday the 13th.

Black invitations have been sent out.

Guests are arriving to meet the unknown host.

Past owners have disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

Linda and her friends have been hesitant to attend.

But their curiosity has brought them here this night.

No one greets them at the front door.

Gargoyles grin from their positions on the staircase.

All is dark except for the lit sconces and candles.

The flickering sconces reveal a hallway to the right.

Candles along the banister show the way up.

Should they stay or leave before it’s too late?

Should they check the outdoor pool

or the lavish pool upstairs?

It makes no difference.

Their path has been pre-determined.

This path leads in only direction.

To death.

THE DEAD GAME
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PRAY FOR US

PRAY FOR US
Pray for us tonight
As we enter the house.
Candles light the way
Through the heavy darkness.
Our hearts beat as one
While the front door slams shut.
We’re locked in this sham,
A party held for none.
Gargoyles grin at us
From their posts on the stairs.
Candles lead upstairs
And down to the basement.
We must get out now,
Time is at a standstill.
 
THE DEAD GAME