LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

 

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

I’m lost at a carnival,

A carnival of nightmares.

A clown leers at me.

The knife-thrower aims

But misses.

I run into a tent.

Mirrors surround me,

Distorting my reflection.

I flee into the darkness,

Crashing through a mirror.

Glass rains on me.

I’m in a dark room.

The floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

They are wet and shiny.

There’s no way out.

The floor bottoms out,

And I’m falling.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Daniel Merriam

 

I open my eyes.

I see circus men.

Why are they in my bedroom?

 

Soft laughter fills the room.

Clowns are waving knives at me.

I need to escape.

I can’t.

I’m tied to my bed.

They’re coming closer.

The laughter is getting louder.

I close my eyes.

All is quiet.

My eyes open.

The room is dark.

And empty.

I glance over at my chair.

A red balloon is tied to it.

Floating in the air.

Oh no.

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

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LOST AT A CARNIVAL

Linda is lost at a carnival.
A carnival of her nightmares.
A clown is leering at her.
The knife-thrower is throwing knives
At her but keeps missing.
She runs into a tent.
Mirrors surround her,
Distorting her reflection.
She runs farther into the darkness,
Crashing through a mirror,
Finally landing in a pitch black room.
The floor begins to spin…
She tries to grab hold of the walls.
They are wet and shiny.
But there’s no way out.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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HELLO THERE!

Hello there!<br /> I’m here for you.<br /> Yes, you.<br /> I’m looking at you.<br /> Come with me.<br /> To the carnival.<br /> There will be games, knife-throwers, and<br /> balloons—loads of balloons.<br /> Just walk through the door.<br /> It’s all waiting for you.<br /> The door will open<br /> a whole new world for you.<br /> But you might be stuck here—forever!<br /> Come and play with me!<br /> The Dead love their games.<br /> THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

Hello there!

I’m here for you.

Yes, you.

I’m looking at you.

Come with me.

To the carnival.

There will be games, knife-throwers, and

balloons—loads of balloons.

Just walk through the door.

It’s all waiting for you.

The door will open

a whole new world for you.

But you might be stuck here—forever!

Come and play with me!

The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

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THE TELL-TALE HEART

blackoutraven:</p> <p>Kingdom Hearts</p> <p>Can you feel your heart beating?<br /> Is it beating too fast?<br /> Do you feel trapped?<br /> That is because you are.<br /> You’re standing in a pool of water,<br /> in the basement of End House,<br /> wearing your party clothes.<br /> But there is no party, no host and no guests.<br /> The door behind you locks shut.<br /> The only way is forward,<br /> through the falling cages<br /> with their sharp edges,<br /> ready to ensnare their next victim.<br /> Circular saws begin to descend,<br /> looking for heads to slice off.<br /> Run!<br /> Run for your life!<br /> The owner of End House takes no prisoners.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

blackoutraven:

Kingdom Hearts

Can you feel your heart beating?

Is it beating too fast?

Do you feel trapped?

That is because you are.

You’re standing in a pool of water,

in the basement of End House,

wearing your party clothes.

But there is no party, no host and no guests.

The door behind you locks shut.

The only way is forward,

through the falling cages

with their sharp edges,

ready to ensnare their next victim.

Circular saws begin to descend,

looking for heads to slice off.

Run!

Run for your life!

The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

merry go round

Linda is lost at a carnival.

A carnival of her nightmares.

A clown is leering at her.

The knife-thrower is throwing knives

At her but keeps missing.

She runs into a tent.

Mirrors surround her,

Distorting her reflection.

She runs farther into the darkness,

Crashing through a mirror,

Finally landing in a pitch black room.

The floor begins to spin…

She tries to grab hold of the walls.

They are wet and shiny.

But there’s no way out.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

myBook.to/TheDeadGame

DEAD IN THE BASEMENT

You are in the basement of End House.<br /> The door locks behind you.<br /> There’s no way out.<br /> You look down and find yourself standing in water.<br /> Water that wasn’t there a minute ago.<br /> From the ceiling, large cages begin to descend.<br /> They have sharp edges, like knives, to better catch<br /> their next victim.<br /> You must dodge the cages to reach the other side.<br /> Circular saws fall from above, looking for heads<br /> to chop off.<br /> You reach the far wall but find three closed doors.<br /> What’s behind these doors?<br /> Read THE DEAD GAME to find out.<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame</p> <p>

You are in the basement of End House.

The door locks behind you.

There’s no way out.

You look down and find yourself standing in water.

Water that wasn’t there a minute ago.

From the ceiling, large cages begin to descend.

They have sharp edges, like knives, to better catch

their next victim.

You must dodge the cages to reach the other side.

Circular saws fall from above, looking for heads

to chop off.

You reach the far wall but find three closed doors.

What’s behind these doors?

Read THE DEAD GAME to find out.

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HAPPY DREAMS

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EXCERPT FROM THE DEAD GAME

Linda found herself at a carnival. What is real or a nightmare?

Chapter 40

     That night Linda found herself caught in a nightmare that she couldn’t escape from, even when she willed herself to open her eyes. She was afraid that it wasn’t a nightmare, but a sinister game that had gone wrong. She didn’t know how she’d gotten herself into it or how she was ever going to get out.

     The nightmare had begun with Linda passing through the magical door at the diner—but it wasn’t the diner anymore; it was a remote house that she’d never seen before. The house was dark and dreary like End House, but it wasn’t End House.

     She heard the sounds of waves crashing against the house. She couldn’t believe that she was a prisoner in another house by the ocean. She didn’t know where she was or what day it was. She didn’t even remember how she’d gotten here. She just remembered following the little girl through the door: she’d been curious to see what was on the other side.

     On the other side of the door, Linda found herself at the same carnival that the little girl from the village had visited, except this carnival was much louder and the people were leering at her, trying to force her into their tents. The fat man was waving his pudgy arms at her as he got closer and closer. A clown came at her with his balloons and howled at her. A man began throwing his knives in her direction, but luckily, kept missing. She ran away and ran behind the tents to the colorful booths of the carnival.

     She chose the Fun House. She stepped into a room full of mirrors that made her multiple reflections appear distorted and unreal. She couldn’t figure out why she’d run into the Fun House if in every horror movie the victims were always portrayed as being terrorized there. She hoped this wasn’t another game of The Dead. She was determined to locate an exit, but found only mirrors and more mirrors; they made her dizzy. Her distorted reflections stared back at her—as if they were distinct entities, united against her, instead of her own creations.

     She ran until she crashed head-first through a mirror, into a dark place with no beginning or end. The whole experience felt unreal to her—as if she were lost in a different dimension. Behind this mirror, she encountered a man with a white mask and empty holes for eyes, laughing at her. When he touched her arm, she realized that he was real and not just a reflection.

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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 59

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 59

They stepped into a drafty master bedroom, illuminated by lit candles encircling the huge canopied bed. The candlelight created shadows that swayed back and forth across the ceiling and walls. Linda felt like the shadows were reaching out for her. She backed away in horror, not knowing if she was imagining them or not.
She didn’t want to move any closer to the bed, dreading what she might discover there. Anything was possible, from what they had already witnessed in this house. But Todd and Shana kept moving forward. She moved with them toward the bed.
What she found there exceeded all her frightening expectations. On the white quilt lay a human skeleton with its arms resting at its sides. The skeleton began to bleed, slowly at first, and then profusely from the deep gash in its bones from the long, serrated silver knife sticking out of its chest. In the stream of blood were worms—scores of worms—inching out from the deep hole, spreading across the white quilt.
Linda couldn’t believe her eyes. She gasped. More and more worms were climbing out from the body, falling in groups from the bed to land on the carpet.
A new doorway emerged on the far side of the room. She watched the enormous worms spread across the floor, and realized that their squishy bodies were blocking their path to the door. They were circling her feet, trying to climb up her shoes. She stomped her feet to dislodge the worms latching onto her heels.
Looking over her shoulder, she noticed Shana backing into a corner. Her eyes appeared huge and saucer-like as she stared at the worms crawling closer and closer to her. She wasn’t making a sound, but Linda could hear her shaking—as if her bones were rattling inside her quivering body.