HOUSE OF HORRORS

 

 

A creepy room in

a house of horrors.

A maze of traps

and skeletons.

A house alive

with evil spirits.

Why did we come,

and how do we escape?

THE DEAD GAME

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CREATURES FROM HELL

Take cover.

End House holds evil.

Within the walls.

Hidden in the dark basement.

Windows shatter.

Creatures attack.

No one is safe from The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

 

The birds sense evil.

They fly away.

Time for us to flee.

THE DEAD take no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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A GINGERBREAD HOUSE

 

 

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

 

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

 

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

 

Come and take a quick look.

Or you can read my book.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

THE HOUSE

 

 

The house sits alone.

Shutters hang broken.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

Open the door.

Climb the battered staircase.

A house ravaged by a storm.

A savage storm that hit only this house.

I hear a creak on the stairs.

A sigh from within the walls.

A cry from the basement.

They’re back.

THE DEAD GAME

A DEAD MAN’S DREAMS

 

Walk through the gates.

A palace awaits.

Deserted it may be,

nothing is free.

The marble floors sparkle with light

through rooms of magic & delight.

Rooms furnished from the past

come alive as we walk past.

A dead man’s dreams of hope,

a man with no life or scope.

Only in darkness, he may survive.

Too bad he’s dead & not alive.

He waits for the end of time

in a house built on a rhyme.

THE DEAD GAME

IN THE DARKNESS

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Who sits there in the darkness?

No movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce.

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

 

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows float amid the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

 

The ghostly form stands tall to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

 

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

The candles flicker and go out.

I want to pull my hair and shout.

 

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story,

We will not be leaving with glory.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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