THE DEAD GAME — A Paranormal Mystery

Should we visit End House?

The beautiful house had almost been

destroyed in the last storm.

Pieces of its roof and shutters had

blown off in the winds.

The last family had disappeared.

Why did we receive an invitation

for a party at the deserted house?

Let’s go and find out.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

Come and join THE DEAD.

They are eager for new followers.

Who will be their next victim?

Who will wash up on shore?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

 

 

THE DEAD are watching.

They watch from windows and doors.

Once the sun goes down,

they roam the town.

Be smart;

stay indoors.

THE DEAD love the night.

 

 

The wolves howl in warning.

Birds flee in fear from trees.

The Dead come at night

to claim their victims.

Unless they are stopped.

Who is strong enough to stop them?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

 

 

The ground rumbles.

The gravestones shake.

The door to the mausoleum creaks open.

The leaves rustle in the wind.

The dirt parts.

A hand reaches from a grave.

Bodies rise up from the earth.

The Dead are ready to play.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

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Midnight is approaching.

The witching hour in Oasis, Florida.

 

 

End House holds secrets.

Secrets of The Dead and gone.

Deadly traps.

Vengeful spirits.

Join us if you dare.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

DANCE WITH US

Corpse Bride

Dance with us.

Dance the night away.

At End House.

A house in the woods.

Where the original residents live.

Night is their time

to dance and party.

Your host may be absent.

Traps in the basement.

Illusions upstairs.

The party is about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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A PARTY

 

No party to be had.

No host standing welcome.

No party favors to enjoy.

A meal not to be eaten.

A deadly scene is revealed.

A bloody horror is released.

Guests flee for their lives.

Some still trapped inside.

No party to be had.

Only The Dead to be unleashed.

THE DEAD GAME

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OASIS IN HELL

Oh no.

Too late.

We shouldn’t have come.

To the party at End House.

It’s not a party for us.

But a deadly game.

A game to the death.

Revolving rooms.

Dead bodies.

Traps.

It’s too late for us.

But you must leave now.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

 

Hi!

We’re here for the party at End House.

No one seems to be home.

Should we stay?

We heard movement inside.

Sounds of laughter and music.

Maybe there is a party for us.

Let’s go in.

THE DEAD GAME IS HERE.

 

Welcome to End House.

The games are about to begin.

Watch out for the blood and bodies.

Everything is an illusion.

Or so they say.

THE DEAD GAME is about to begin.

 

 

I’m trapped in a nightmare.

Clowns are chasing me.

The knife-thrower swings at me.

Where should I run?

There’s a colorful tent.

This must be a carnival.

Oh no.

This tent is full of mirrors.

Reflecting distorted images of myself.

Someone just pushed me.

I’m falling through a mirror.

Down a dark tunnel.

I’ve landed in the basement of End House.

I can never escape this house.

THE DEAD GAME HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN.

 

Your heart is pounding.

Your pulse is racing.

The house is alive.

It’s breathing.

It’s moving.

Illusions are stalking you.

Creatures from within the walls.

How do you get out of here?

You can’t.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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WINTER FANTASY

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Winter Beauty

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Chapter 22

Their car neared the house. A stunning sight unfolded before their eyes. Encased in a tight circle of trees, shimmering from the lights strung through their heavy branches, the glass house sparkled against the dark night sky: a huge glass ball shooting green sparks of light from within its rounded walls. Its great dome twinkled as radiantly as the multitude of stars shining down from above.

      Todd left the car with the valet and led the way up the marble stairs to the rounded front door. Two armed men, dressed in tuxedos, guarded the door, their holstered guns only slightly marring the fantasy image running through Linda’s vivid imagination: for as soon as she turned away to admire the scenery, she was once again in fantasyland.

     The panorama facing her was doused in white. Gleaming white snow caps covered the tops of the tall trees and the great dome of the house. Snow was falling on them from somewhere. She could feel snowflakes melting on her lips. They felt wet, like real snowflakes. She touched her face and hair. Her hand came away wet. She had snow on her fingertips. She searched the grounds for a snow machine, but couldn’t locate anything—not on the glass domed roof or in any of the trees. She couldn’t believe that genuine snow was falling on them from the dark sky. The landscape resembled a winter wonderland despite it being fall in Florida.

     Todd placed his hand against her back to escort her into the house. The others followed them into the glowing green ball that was alive with dazzling lights, music, and laughter.

     Once inside, Linda was mesmerized by the glittering glass walls that mirrored the dancing images of the guests twirling around the marble dance floor. These images were cast in bright halos of light reflected from the myriad of crystal chandeliers hanging throughout the room.

     Soft candlelight from mounted crystal sconces flickered across the intricate patterns carved into the green walls. It was the most beautiful and fascinating house that she had ever seen. She glanced back and watched Shana’s mouth drop open. She was certain that Shana would agree that the house appeared simply magical.

     Couples were swirling around the immense dance floor. They were dancing in a large studio between Diane’s life-sized statues. Each sculpture was carved from clear glass: each one revealing a full-sized person. Linda found them to be too lifelike. She stood next to one and stared into it frozen face. She was startled by a fleeting expression of horror that seemed to cross over its features; as if a real person was trapped inside, staring out at her from within his glass tomb. Then the look was gone and the statue appeared lifeless once again.

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BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

THE DEAD GAME – BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3
Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?
A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the...

 

THE DEAD GAME – BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs we go,
down to the dark basement.

What happened here 5 years ago?
A freak storm is what happened.

The innocent family  disappeared
and were never heard from again.

Now we are locked in the End House basement.
Water reaching our knees.

We’ve already made it through 
swinging traps and circular saws.

Three closed doors stand before us. 

We’ve lived through the horrors
behind the first two doors.

Door number 3 is still waiting.

We walk in.
It’s dark.

Wild animals pace back and forth
in metal cages on the walls.

Mike walks in first,
his eyes roaming the room.

He turns around.
The animals are free.

They are moving closer.
His heart beats faster.

He can feel the animals
breathing down his neck.

He hears David calling out that
he’s found another door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.

Flying creatures swipe at us.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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FRIDAY THE 13th

 

 

End House sits at the edge of a cliff,

overlooking the raging waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

A party is being given on Friday the 13th.

Black invitations have been sent out.

Guests are arriving to meet the unknown host.

Past owners have disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

Linda and her friends have been hesitant to attend.

But their curiosity has brought them here this night.

No one greets them at the front door.

Gargoyles grin from their positions on the staircase.

All is dark except for the lit sconces and candles.

The flickering sconces reveal a hallway to the right.

Candles along the banister show the way up.

Should they stay or leave before it’s too late?

Should they check the outdoor pool

or the lavish pool upstairs?

It makes no difference.

Their path has been pre-determined.

This path leads in only direction.

To death.

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A WARNING

 

“I told you not to go into the house,

that no good was going to come of it.

‘A surprise party,’ you said.

Did you find a host or guests?

No. You found a deserted house.

Some traps and bloody saws.

A fireplace with falling limbs.

Have you had enough?

Yes? I thought so.

Now find your way out.”

The black bird flew away

with a wide grin on its dark face.

 

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A NIGHT AT END HOUSE

 

 

Candles fill the night.

Candles light the way.

Down the long corridor.

Past leering portraits.

Peeling wallpaper.

A door to the basement.

Slippery stairs.

One hanging lightbulb.

Door locks.

Basement fills with water.

Pointy traps fall from the ceiling.

Followed by circular saws.

A nightmare?

No.

A night at End House in Oasis.

 

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END HOUSE

 

We must flee down the stairs.

Away from the deadly party.

Away from End House.

Leaving our friends behind.

And our mysterious host.

Who planned the party?

Who set the traps?

We must escape to the beach.

To town.

Where help waits.

Or not.

THE DEAD GAME

 

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