THE HOUSE OF LIGHTS

end house lights

 

Follow the lights to the house of glass,
There will be much splendor in the grass.
A more decadent event there could not be,
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE OTHER SIDE

THE DEAD GAME SERIES Door

 

Open the door and peek inside.

I promise we have nothing to hide.

The sky is bluer on the other side.

The green grass is our finest point of pride.

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS
Follow the lights to the house of glass.
There will be much splendor in the grass.
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
A more decadent event there...

 

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

 

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

 

Champagne will flow until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.

 

Stares follow us in the room.

They’ll be upon us too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath, they are just bones and hair.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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SILENCE REIGNS SUPREME

Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds pick up their pace.
Hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD...

 

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds quicken their pace.

 

The hotel’s deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

beneath his icy stare.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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MEMORIES

chandelier

 

Crystal chandelier of mine.

I love your sparkle and shine.

You bring back memories long gone

when life hadn’t been so far gone.

Remember the parties we used to host?

Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.

Music and laughter were the rules of the day.

But now all that is left are the bills to pay.

HAPPY STAY

Friday the 13th is here.
There is no need to fear.
Come and step inside.
We’ve nothing to hide.
Candlelight will lead your way.
Please enjoy your happy stay.
THE DEAD GAME
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Friday the 13th is here.

There is no need to fear.

Come and step inside.

We’ve nothing to hide.

Candlelight will lead your way.

Please enjoy your happy stay.

THE DEAD GAME

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

 

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

 

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass,

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

 

Champagne will flow until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.

 

Stares are following us in the room.

They will be upon us all too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath, they are just bones and hair.

 

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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PARTY IN A GLASS HOUSE

 

 

Snow falls.

Music floats in the air.

Inside the glass house,

the guests dance.

Their images reflect on the

sparkling walls.

Champagne flows

and so does the blood.

The clock strikes midnight.

The dance floor empties.

We are alone.

The games have begun.

THE DEAD GAME

 

HELLO

 

 

A party on Friday 13th

has turned into a horror show.

I’m trapped with my friends

in the basement of End House.

The floor fills with water.

Rotating saws descend.

We swim to the other side

and are faced with three doors.

We open one.

Roars fill the inky darkness.

Wild animals pace their cages.

I turn to run.

Hot breath on my neck.

I glance back.

The cages have opened.

A tiger advances.

I close my eyes.

We are doomed to play

THE DEAD GAME.

RED

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Hues of red fill the humid air.

The residents hide behind closed doors.

The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.

The town waits deserted and quiet.

The woods rumble with music.

Dignitaries visit from around the world.

Limousines line the paths to the glass house,

Where guests fill the dance floor.

Linda watches them laugh and drink.

An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.

As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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