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

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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 96

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 96

 

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 96

Shana was upset that Todd had just revealed to Wolf all the information that they’d just discovered on their own. And she was annoyed at Wolf for his arrogant manner.
“Did you hear or see anything that evening? Did you know about the party beforehand?” asked Shana.
Wolf answered with a snarl, “Of course I knew about the party, but I didn’t know who had planned it. I’d asked around the company, but no one else seemed to know, either. That night I noticed flashing lights in the sky, but I couldn’t hear anything over the storm. All I heard was the crashing of a tree into the house, shattering one of my windows.”
I feel so bad for you. She tried to appear pleasant and calm on the outside. “Could we have a tour of your beautiful house? It looks very unique and interesting from the outside.” She decided to play good cop since Todd was already failing as a bad cop.
“Sure! Come in!” said Wolf, sweeping back his arm to indicate that they were welcome to enter his home. All of a sudden, he was switching gears to act like their friendly host. Shana wasn’t sure whether he was buying her act or not, but she felt that it couldn’t hurt to continue with it.
They stepped inside. They were standing in an enormous gallery with a huge array of life- sized statues displayed all around them. Huge portraits hung on the sparkling white walls under glaring overhead lights. As Shana walked past a portrait, she morbidly realized that the person in the picture was staring straight back at her—no matter where she moved in the room. The eyes didn’t shift, but they somehow monitored her every step.
The atmosphere of the house was beginning to feel confining and stifling. Shana had to hold back the chills that were threatening to stream through her body. Despite being scared and claustrophobic, she was determined to weather this encounter—without appearing afraid or the least bit intimidated. She glanced up at the high vaulted ceiling and noticed that its dark-green tinted glass gave the house a strange green color that reflected on everything.
“Let me show you around my house,” said Wolf, frowning at her.
I can’t wait.