GAZEBO IN THE DARK

 

 

GAZEBO IN THE DARK

Darkness surrounds from each side.

The storm brews with the rising tide.

A gazebo stands in the clearing.

I don’t like the shrill sound I’m hearing.

Candles flicker inside.

There is no place to hide.

I’m being pulled toward the light.

My body refuses to fight.

A noose hangs above me.

I will never be free.


THE DEAD GAME

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A BEAUTIFUL GAZEBO

 

A beautiful gazebo.

Perfect for a wedding.

Fantasy comes to life.

Until the night.

Robed figures circle.

A noose hangs within.

It’s slipped around my neck.

I can’t move.

The figures circle faster.

The winds pick up speed.

I’m hanging.

Watching my life drift away.

A beautiful gazebo.

THE DEAD TAKE NO PRISONERS

A light glows from the gazebo.

Chanting floats on the howling wind.

Lit candles form a circle inside.

A body dangles in their midst,

swaying in the increasing winds.

Dark figures circle the body.

Their hands raised in prayer.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

THE NOOSE

 

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THE DEAD GAME

Louise and her friends escaped End House but the deadly game was not over. The Dead had much more in store for Louise.

     Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the stairs. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But she continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or whom was attacking them.

     She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.

    Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt alone. The streets were quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. Candles were flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.

     The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm and unwavering despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.

     When she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and 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 and took 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. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.

     One member of the group—taller and much larger than the rest—lifted his arms up high. In response, 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.

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THE LONE TREE

ANOTHER NIGHT IN OASIS

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Take a seat in the park.

Watch the world go by.

A shadow flits by.

More shadows to follow.

They converge on the gazebo.

A gazebo rimmed in roses.

Their heady fragrance sweeten the air.

The shadows take on forms.

Human forms in dark robes.

They circle the gazebo.

Chanting strange words.

A noose hangs inside.

Wrapped around a woman’s neck.

The robbed figures circle faster.

Winds follow in their wake.

Faster, faster, and faster they go.

Cries fill the night.

Then all is silent.

The gazebo is empty.

The figures are gone.

Another night in Oasis, Florida.

THE DEAD GAME

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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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