A DEAD MAN’S DREAMS

Come inside.

A palace awaits you.

It might appear deserted.

Run down and unused.

The inside tells

a different story.

Walk on marble floors

through rooms of delight.

Rooms of different eras.

Reflecting a dead man’s dreams.

A man with no life or future.

Waiting for the end of time.

In a house fit for a prince

or a prince of darkness.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 155

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 155

Linda and her friends entered Wolf’s dark house. Little did they know what was in store for them.

The house was quiet. The lights were off, no sounds coming from any of the rooms. Then all the lights lit up at once, revealing Wolf standing in the middle of the hall—directly in front of them. One second there was air and the next second there was Wolf; Shana had forgotten how easily he could shift shapes and reality.
“Welcome, my dear friends! It’s so good to see you again!” Wolf spoke in a loud voice that reverberated off the high walls.
Shana whispered to Linda, “For dinner, I suppose.”
“Ha! Ha!” Wolf said.
Realizing that his hearing was superhuman, Shana hoped that he couldn’t also read minds. Wolf gave her a wicked wink, causing her to freeze with fear. How could they fight someone who could read their minds?
“You definitely can’t,” Wolf said with a smug look on his face. The others were watching the strange interaction between Shana and Wolf, realizing too late that they’d unwittingly placed themselves in a no-win situation.
“Come in and enjoy what is left of your miserable lives,”Wolf said as he swept his right arm outward to indicate the large room before them.
The eyes of the portraits on the walls were watching them; Shana remembered them from their earlier visit. She pointed to one of the many life-sized statues displayed about the room. This one portrayed a monstrous creature. “Is this what you really look like?” she asked.
“Be careful or you can become one.”
Shana fell silent.

YOUR NIGHTMARE WILL NEVER END

YOUR NIGHTMARE WILL NEVER END

darkestdee:</p> <p>Source | ^(OvO)^</p> <p>The house from my nightmares exists.<br /> Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?<br /> Is part of its facade a skull?<br /> Does this mean that death lives here?<br /> "Yes" the wind echoes.<br /> THE DEAD live here.<br /> Come and meet them.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

darkestdee:

Source | ^(OvO)^

The house from my nightmares exists.

Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?

Is part of its facade a skull?

Does this mean that death lives here?

“Yes” the wind echoes.

THE DEAD live here.

Come and meet them.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

  • The candles are leading us<br /> down a dark hallway.<br /> No one seems to be home at End House.<br /> But the house is beckoning us.<br /> It wants us to follow the flickering lights.<br /> Should we go down to the basement?<br /> What could be awaiting us there?<br /> It can’t be anything good.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

The candles are leading us

down a dark hallway.

No one seems to be home at End House.

But the house is beckoning us.

It wants us to follow the flickering lights.

Should we go down to the basement?

What could be awaiting us there?

It can’t be anything good.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

prettysuicidal:</p> <p>Once you begin to read,<br /> your nightmare will never end.<br /> You will hunted and pursued<br /> through dark houses, revolving rooms,<br /> deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.<br /> There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist</p> <p>

prettysuicidal:

Once you begin to read,

your nightmare will never end.

You will hunted and pursued

through dark houses, revolving rooms,

deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.

There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist