BROKEN GLASS

 

They fly against the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

Too soon.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

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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HAPPY STAY

Friday the 13th is here.
There is no need to fear.
Come and step inside.
We’ve nothing to hide.
Candlelight will lead your way.
Please enjoy your happy stay.
THE DEAD GAME
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(Source: turundra)

 

 

 

Friday the 13th is here.

There is no need to fear.

Come and step inside.

We’ve nothing to hide.

Candlelight will lead your way.

Please enjoy your happy stay.

THE DEAD GAME

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http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

 

THE SHADOW

Shadows fill my room.
I’m going to swoon.
It looks like a woman.
But not at all human.
The town is scary.
It’s getting hairy.
Florida isn’t all fun.
Not a walk in the hot sun.
THE DEAD GAME
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(Source: melisica)

 

 

Shadows fill my room.

I’m going to swoon.

It looks like a woman.

But not at all human.

The town is scary.

It’s getting hairy.

Florida isn’t all fun.

Not a walk in the hot sun.

THE DEAD GAME

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BLOODTHIRSTY DEMONS

 

 

Grim reaper stands over me,

Where The Dead have come to be.

Blood won’t be my drink of choice,

Not if I have any voice.

I will go down with a fight.

I refuse to take a bite.

No bloodthirsty demon down here.

No reason to have any fear.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

 

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