THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

takingoffmyhood: stairs

 

I slip on the steps

and catch hold of the rickety banister.

A single light bulb swings on its chain,

revealing a dark basement ahead.

The door slams shut behind us.

I run to it.

It’s locked.

We move as one.

The floor fills with water.

I’m submerged to my knees.

The walls rattle.

Cages descend on ropes.

As they sway near us,

sharp stakes extend

from the bottom edges.

Circular saws follow them,

swirling between the empty cages.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE VELVET ROOM

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THE VELVET ROOM

I enter the room of blood-red walls.

I pass the velvet furniture

and step in front of the mirror.

The lamps on either side flicker.

The glass turns foggy

until I can’t see my face.

Mist swirls around my features

like snakes roaming a corpse.

The fireplace at my feet sparks.

Heat suffuses my body,

beginning at my feet.

The fog clears in the mirror.

The face doesn’t belong to me.

An old woman’s face.

She has my features and eyes,

but she’s wrinkled and bony.

A smile lifts the corners of her mouth.

I touch my mouth.

I’m not smiling.

An arm in the mirror

wraps around her scrawny neck.

A snap.

Her head tilts at a strange angle.

Lifeless stare past me.

A hand touches my shoulder.

I scream and run from the room.

Laughter follows me from the house.

I will never return.

by Susanne Leist

A DEAD MAN’S DREAMS

 

Step inside.

A mansion is waiting.

It might appear deserted,

rundown 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,

who waits for the end of time.

A house fit for a prince

or a prince of darkness.

THE DEAD GAME

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WELCOME

“There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

‘This could be heaven or this could be Hell’

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way”

THE DEAD GAME

THE HALLWAY

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

I pass closed doors.

Cries fill the air.

Coldness descends.

Total silence falls.

I inch forward,

step by painstaking step.

I peek into a room.

Wheelchairs fill the darkness.

One chair turns.

The empty seat faces me.

The room ahead

glows green.

I hear voices.

I move closer.

Men in white coats

operate on a skeleton.

They flicker,

fade,

then become transparent.

Time for me to leave.

I’m strapped to the bed.

The men in white coats peer at me.

Too late.

THE BLACK CAT

 

The moon will rise high in the night sky.

A full-face it will show.

Far away, I must go.

This Friday I’ll miss.

“Goodbye,” I now hiss.

FRIDAY THE 13TH

 

Friday the 13th is here.

There is no need to fear.

Step into the manor.

Ignore any banter.

The party is for you,

only a select few.

I have a secret to tell,

one involving an old spell.

A witch cast her spell.

Our lives went to hell.

Beneath End House, we were banished.

Please wait, I know you must be famished.

Listen to my tale.

The bread won’t turn stale.

Banished for years, we were.

Trapped in the earth by her.

We were freed by a priest,

accompanied by a beast.

We haven’t eaten for many years.

Do not bother to shed any tears.

Please step onto the food platters.

Our hunger is all that matters.

THE DEAD GAME