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.

HANGING IN THE BALANCE

 
 
Life hangs in the balance.
Calm blue waters.
Pretty pink sand.
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
Life hangs in the balance.
One big burst of wind.
The palm trees will go flying.
Lifted from their roots.
From their anchor to the ground.
One small breeze.
One incidental shift in the wind.
And all could be gone.
The more precarious,
the more precious life becomes.

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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ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

THE NOOSE

The hanging noose is here.
Everything is clear.
The Dead are taking me down.
They want to clean up the town.
“Let’s get rid of Louise,” they say.
“Let her be the first one to pay.”
They are circling me round and round.
I’m hanging with my feet off the ground.
I can recognize one of the creatures.
I’ve already seen those set of features.
But it’s too late for me and the town.
It’s staring at me with a big frown.
“Cheer up,” I want to scream at it.
“Since I’m the one whose buying it.”

THE DEAD GAME
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BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY

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BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY

Fly away my butterfly.

Up into the clearing sky.

Away from this park.

Away from the  dark.

         I wish I could fly with you.

        To a sky clear and blue.

         I want to be free from this fight,

         But this noose is holding me tight.

         Farewell to Oasis and my friends.

         This shouldn’t be how the story ends.

         THE DEAD GAME

        

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THE PUPPET MASTER

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THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

     While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.

     The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.

     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 face of the mountain. 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 who 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 all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles 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 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.

     After 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 arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. 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.

THE DEAD GAME

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