DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT

annsava:

 

 

I’m drowning in a pool of water

in the basement of End House

Can this be an illusion?

The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

LA SANTA MUERTE

LA SANTA MUERTE

Welcome to the black saint of death.

Welcome with my last dying breath.

You grant desires and hopeless wishes.

In return, we must sleep with the fishes.

Sacrifices are your pride and joy.

Then you treat us like a broken toy.

You stand there with your scythe and crown.

And your dark face bears a big frown.

We haven’t seen you for many years.

Now you are back in our deepest fears. 

THE DEAD GAME

THE EDGE

 

 

We have reached the edge.

Nowhere left to go.

We escaped the party.

The deadly game from hell.

 

Let’s jump into the ocean.

Swim our way to shore.

To the beach filled with tourists.

Where help can be found.

 

We can’t return to End House.

The evil house of illusions.

Filled with traps and dead bodies.

We will never return.

 

Come, take my hand.

Let’s fly off the rocks.

Soar through the air.

Like a pair of white doves.

 

Footsteps behind us.

Creatures fly above.

The time is now or never.

To take our chance.

 

THE DEAD GAME

HE’S HERE

Prey for The Dead Book IILightning moving

 

What if Wolf isn’t dead?

Will he return to Oasis, Florida?

Will he bring an army?

The ground shakes.

Waves rise.

Thunder echoes through town.

Lightning flashes hot.

Leaves fall from trees.

Birds flee for their lives.

He’s here.

PREY FOR THE DEAD 

OUIJA BOARD

 

 

Give me your hands,

and I will speak to you

through the dead.

I will use their voices

and their memories.

Sit still and be quiet.

They will enter your bodies

and fill you with thoughts.

Thoughts of revenge

and plans for murder.

Enjoy the game.

The Dead love their games.

IN THE DARKNESS

Source:

 

 

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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RETREAT

Source:

 

 

The night is here

and much too soon.

Darkness descends

with the full moon.

 

I shiver from the cold

as a strong wind whips past.

The moon hovers closer.

I hope this doesn’t last.

 

Dark shadows gather.

Trees fade in the mist.

Night has won again.

I can’t handle this.

 

The moon’s glare defeats me.

I retreat to my lair.

With the wind at my back,

I must escape from here.