WELCOME TO END HOUSE

 

Welcome to End House.

Step inside.

The party is about to begin.

Let me show you the way.

Where is everyone, you ask?

They’re here.

Can’t you hear them?

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

Candles light your way.

Follow their flickering path.

No harm will come to you.

I promise.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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SHE HAUNTS ME

Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her...

 

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Glass figures adorn the house.

Quiet as a sleeping mouse.

Do they wake with the sun

To have some bit of fun?

Were her eyes once brown?

Do they haunt the town?

I must leave this place.

I can see her face.

She will haunt my nights.

So will the dead sights.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE HOUSE WITHIN

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The wind blows through the trees,

ruffling the blanket of grass,

striking a path through the woods.

The path leads the way

to the house within,

to End House at Oasis.

 

THE DEAD GAME

I Bid Adieu

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He stands frozen before me.

A vision too hard to see.

My love is ice cold to the touch.

I’ve missed him so very much.

Who did this to him?

It’s a deadly sin.

Someone will surely pay for this tonight

at the party for a vampire’s delight.

A glass dome for the dancing pair,

twirl past statues with frozen hair.

My kiss lands on his cold lips

as I grasp his frozen hips.

He watches behind still blue eyes

as I bid my hasty goodbyes.

I will come back for him.

I won’t let evil win.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

WE’RE HERE

WE’RE HERE
A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my buddy.
The stars keep me company.
“Who goes there?”
I hear in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?
Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist...

 

WE’RE HERE

A walk through the cemetery.
Darkness is my friend.
The moon my best buddy.
Shining stars to keep me company.

“Who goes there?”
A voice calls in the distance.
Is that the night watchman?
Has he seen somebody?

Should I continue walking?
All is quiet.
The mist moves.
It parts, and I can see—

What is that?
Skeletons are rising from graves.
And I can hear the music.
They are dancing to the beat.

Skulls are swiveling.
Bony feet are tapping.
Who knew a cemetery
could be such fun?

BLOODY MARY

 

 

 

 

I can see you.

from inside the mirror.

I will come for you

when you least expect it.

Don’t let your guard down.

Don’t fall asleep.

For soon your life will be over.

You said the words,

“Bloody Mary.”

It’s now too late to take them back.

They are written in blood.

Your blood.

Bloody Mary is here to stay.