“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
hell creatures
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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THE FOLLOWERS
vintagegal: Dracula (1931)
THE FOLLOWERS
Who was the original vampire?
Many believe it was Count Dracula,
who had enough charm to lure followers
to hell and beyond.
He had one descendent.
Where is he today?
Can he one of The Dead in Oasis, Florida?
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
MANY HAVE GONE
Demonic (2015)
Light the path
through the woods
to the house at the edge
where many have gone.
Follow the puffs of smoke
through the rocks and brush
to the end of the trail
where many have gone.
Climb the broken steps
into the dark hallway
to the dark basement
where many have gone.
Descend the narrow staircase
to the deep water
and hanging traps
where many have gone.
Face the row of doors
on the opposite wall
past the circular saws
where many have gone.
Open the wrong door
to the caged tigers
whose cages lift open
where others have disappeared.
THE DEAD GAME
MEOW!
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I’m being followed
through the woods
and into town.
Help me!
I hear them
but can’t see them.
Quiet as the night.
Silence is their prayer.
Meow!
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GHOST TALES
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Oh, Ouija Board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their ghostly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
I feel their cold breath.
Shrieks fill the night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
Too tight.
Much too tight…
THE TWISTED DANCE
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A doorway to hell and beyond.
And death, I don’t need to remind.
Twisted limbs beg your forgiveness
as they beckon for your presence.
The midnight dance has begun.
Come and join in on the fun.
THE DEAD GAME
MY WORST NIGHTMARE
The Dead are coming to this place.
The moon trembles and bows its face.
Thunder strikes a chord in the distance.
No one can mount a strong resistance.
Lightning sizzles and dances in place.
Soon red and yellow strikes join the race.
I can see them returning in force.
Wolf is riding in on a black horse.
He leads his army to town.
He’s wearing a wicked frown.
I know he’s searching for me.
Quiet as a mouse I’ll be.
But soon he finds my hiding place.
Blaring trumpets pick up his pace.
Time has come to a sudden stop.
He stares at me from bottom to top.
He wants me for his frozen bride.
Too late for me to run or hide.
I stand up straight to meet him.
You could hear a dropping pin.
He takes me into his arms for a kiss.
But all I want to do is yell and hiss.
I don’t want to be one of The Dead.
I walk behind him with growing dread.
The battle lines have been drawn.
And I’m merely Wolf’s small pawn.
I pray Todd saves me instead
From a fate much worse than dead.
THE DEAD GAME continues…
BURNING
Hell has arrived.
Burning in its chair.
Impatient for victims.
Restless to the bone.
Burning bright.
Filling the dark.
Red and yellow sparks.
Sizzling.
Hot.
THE DEAD are here.
THE DEAD GAME
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HOT WAX
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Michail Satarov, Towards the Light.
The candle flickers.
It melts.
Dripping wax.
A pathway of heat
For The Dead to follow.
As they reach up
From hell below.
Rising stronger.
Hotter.
Deadlier.
THE DEAD GAME
