GHOST TALES

 

 

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…

BURNING

thedeadgameblog:
“ Hell has arrived.
Burning in its chair.
Impatient for victims.
Restless to the bone.
Burning bright.
Glowing embers.
Filling the dark.
Red and yellow sparks.
Sizzling.
Hot.
THE DEAD.
THE DEAD GAME
”

 

thedeadgameblog:

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

HELL HOUNDS

The hell hounds are loose.  They are guarding the doors.  No one may enter.  Who lives inside the deserted mansion?  Are they human or supernatural beings?  We can’t enter but the priest has his spell book.  Let the games begin.  Humanity will finally fight back.  The Dead Game by Susanne Leist  http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist  http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881 

 

Hell hounds are loose.

They guard the door.

No one may enter.

We may not enter,

but the priest has his spell book.

Let the games begin.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

THE DEAD


Oasis, Florida, a town of beauty. 

White-sanded beaches and blue water.

Tourists flock to town 

for the famous parties.

The Dead come out at night.

Dark shadows leaving behind

dead bodies on the soft sand.

Are they residents?

Are they tourists? 

Come & find out who they really are.

 
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RISE WITH THE MOON

 

Roses grow between the graves.

Curling their fingers around the stones.

Waiting for the evil ones to rise.

From dungeons beneath the earth.

Where they’ve been banished.

For the games they’ve played.

On the living they’ve blooded.

Rise with the moon.

Come with the night.

Take hold of our stems.

Blood red we’ve become.

THE DEAD GAME

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PRINCE OF DARKNESS

Come inside.

A palace awaits you.

It might appear deserted.

Run down 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.

Waiting for the end of time.

In a house fit for a prince

or a prince of darkness.

THE DEAD GAME

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