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THE DARKNESS INSIDE
Teeth glisten in the dark as I walk through the park. I stop in my tracks in fear, not knowing what can be near.
I stand quietly and listen, but I only see the glisten. Soft footsteps ring out behind me. I’m not waiting around to see.
Then I happen to glance down, and my face droops in a frown. The fanged smile floats on the lily pond. Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.
It reveals the darkness inside that I’ve always failed to hide. |
illusion
HALLOWEEN FUN!
YOU ARE ALL GOING TO HELL!
Let’s play The Dead Game.
No one is safe.
Players can be alive or dead.
The Dead control the rules.
They own the game.
A maze of death awaits.
Circular saws hang in the basement.
Ready to have your heads chopped?
Body parts fall in the fireplace.
Do those limbs belong to your friends?
Ladies and gentlemen,
the game has begun.
Run for your life!
THE DEAD GAME
Book One of The Dead Game Series
Kindle
Nook
Kobo
DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT
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
ILLUSION
A place of illusion.
Windswept nights.
Are your eyes deceiving you?
Has a waterfall appeared
where once stood a beach?
A river to replace an ocean.
Anything is possible.
If you believe in it.
FEEL IT
Source:vwcampervan-aldridge
Does this place exist?
Is it an illusion?
I need palm trees.
My own oasis.
An escape from the world.
Empty of people.
I can see it.
Feel the hot sunshine.
Cold water on my toes.
A paradise so sweet.
Honey on my lips.
I’m there right now.
Don’t bother me.
THE WINDOW
(Source: vwcampervan-aldridge)
The house at the edge of town,
Covered by vines and leaves.
Eyes peek out at the sun.
The door stands open.
We walk in.
“Hello, does anyone live here?
Oh, I didn’t see the two of you.”
A man and a woman stare at us.
“Welcome to our house.
Would you like to see the upstairs?”
The woman asks with a smile.
Shana nods eagerly.
I follow them upstairs.
Children’s bedrooms sit empty,
Perfect shrines with dolls and toys.
“Would you like to see the attic?”
The woman turns to us.
I shake my head.
Shana nods.
An empty room faces us.
The rocking chair begins to rock.
Back and forth.
The man’s dark eyes find us.
“We watch End House from here.
We are The Watchers.”
The rocking chair faces the window.
End House looms in the distance.
Who is rocking the chair?
A vampire Watcher?
Squeak, Squeak, Squeak.
It rocks back and forth.
THE DEAD GAME
NO WAY OUT
(Source: vwcampervan-aldridge)
Lost in a field of daisies.
Falling between the stalks.
Covered by their leaves.
Pulled down by their roots.
Darkness buries me.
Dirt envelopes me.
Illusion becomes reality.
A nightmare becomes hell.
No way out for me.
Only the faces of daisies.
THE DEAD love their games.
THE DEAD GAME
(Source: vwcampervan-aldridge)
A Field of Flowers
Source:travel-story
Through a field of flowers.
Pink petals in my hair.
Follow the babbling brook.
At the mountains I stare.
Green grass for carpeting.
Wisps of white clouds float free.
White snow caps the mountains.
Grey rocks all I can see.
Grey surrounds oasis.
A mirage that can’t be.
Flowers lift their faces.
An illusion for me.
RABBIT HOLE
Is this heaven or hell?
Do I hear a loud bell?
Pink lights are flashing.
I can hear thrashing.
The forest is alive.
A gigantic beehive.
Buzzing sounds surround us.
Yellow like a school bus.
Get me out of here.
Something in my hair.
A giant bee is caught inside.
I need a place to run and hide.
Get the bee away from me.
It just bit me on my knee.
I want to go in the rabbit hole.
I don’t care if I meet a mole.
NIGHT
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Tigers pace in their cages.
Waiting to be set free.
Roars fill the basement.
Leashes jangle against bars.
This cannot be happening.
This cannot be so.
No way are there tigers
in the basement below.
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A swarm of bats.
Circling our heads.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
A cave in a house.
How can that be?
In Oasis, Florida,
Anything can be.
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by ehsan-safavie
He comes in the night.
Ready for the fight.
He’ll slay us alive.
No one will survive.
His eyes burn blood red.
Gleaming in his head.
He leads The Dead right to me.
I won’t go on bended knee.
The creatures will be here.
Their footsteps are too near.
I bow my head to pray.
Let us live one more day.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 