THE DARKNESS INSIDE


 

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.

HALLOWEEN FUN!

YOU ARE ALL GOING TO HELL!

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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

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DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT

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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

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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

The house in the woods,
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...

 

 

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.

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NO WAY OUT

 

 

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.

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