LOST

 

Lost to a world of death.

Far beneath the earth.

Trapped for centuries.

Never seeing the light.

Night never turning into day.

A family lost to the dark.

Driven crazy by despair.

Locked in dark chambers.

For eternity.

Lost to the world of the damned.

Only one could save them.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 30

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How does a simple invitation to a party
Become the catalyst for The Dead’s games?

We arrive at End House in our party clothes,
Not suspecting the horrors that lie in wait.
The door bell gongs through the empty rooms
As a cold wind pushes us inside.

Candlelight flickers down the right hallway
And up the gargoyle-protected staircase.
We stand huddled together in fear,
Afraid to take another step into the unknown.

Two groups search the house for the missing host,
But no signs of a party can be found.
The empty rooms yield no people,
Only the smell of fear and the dying.

My group trudges down the basement stairs.
All too soon we are trapped behind the locked door.
The basement floor is filling with water.
What was once dry is now wet and cold.

Clanging noises fill the thick air around us,
Revealing cages with sharp metal spikes.
They descend from the ceiling by chains,
Converging on Edward who’s trapped in the pool.

Tim screams in despair over his roommate
And jumps into the dark water to save his friend.
He falls face first into the black water
As circular saws descend to join the game.

Edward dodges the deadly devices,
Bringing Tim to safety on the opposite side.
They disappear through a doorway
That quickly dissolves back into the stone wall.

I refuse to play this game any longer.
I must escape from this so-called party.
I will try one of the three new doors
That have appeared on the opposite wall.

The third door yields a round bricked tower 
With a gated opening at the top.
I slowly climb the sharp bricks,
Using my hands and feet to pull myself up.

A loud noise comes from above.
The gate is crashing down to one side.
Of course, it’s the side that I’m clinging to.
I close my eyes and say a quick prayer.

The heavy gate somehow misses me,
Loosening dozens of bricks on its way down.
I could’ve been swatted like an ant,
But for some reason I’ve been spared. 

Mike refuses to check any more doors
After the one he checks yields a bottomless pit.
It’s all left to David to open the last door
To find a possible escape from this hell hole

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS

The river flows black in the night.
People jostle me to stand by the railing.
I first see the colors.
Hot glows of red, orange, yellow.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears begin to ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air.
How did I get here?
The crowd pushes away from the bleak scene.
I’m lost in the midst of the throng.
It moves like one.
With one mind and purpose.
To seek shelter from the raining pieces.
Once we reach the buildings,
The crowd spreads out like ants.
Someone takes my hand and pulls me.
We check out the first building.
The metal door is locked and bolted.
So is each door we check.
Finally, we find an open door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door shuts behind us.
We seem to be in a parking lot.
Who am I with?
I look up and can’t see his face.
He grunts and pulls me down the ramp.
I dig in my feet.
I refuse to follow him.
I must see his face.
He turns to me…
I wake up.
It was a terrible dream.
But I still wonder
What his face looked like.

OPEN THE DOOR

An open door invites.<br /> An open door beckons to visitors.<br /> Who can resist an open door?<br /> Who doesn’t want to take a peek inside?<br /> What treasures might be hidden on the other side?<br /> Or what evil might be lying in wait for us?<br /> Open the door and find out.<br /> I know you want to.

An open door invites.

An open door beckons.

Who can resist it?

Who doesn’t want to take a peek?

What treasures might be hidden on the other side?

Or what evil might be lying in wait for us?

Open the door and find out.

I know you want to.

TRAPPED

TRAPPED

We’re ready for the party.

We’re here for the dancing and music.

But where is everyone?

Candles lead us upstairs

To an endless maze of rooms.

More candles lead us downstairs

To a basement filled with water.

The windows won’t open.

The doors are locked.

Is it safer upstairs or downstairs?

Who will survive this night?

Who will survive this party?

The party has only just begun.

THE DEAD GAME


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WELCOME

darkestdee:

WELCOME

A hand beckons.
The gate opens.
A wind swirls around us.
The air feels alive.
Should we enter?
A mysterious invitation.
To a secret party.I feel my body being pushed forward.
We have no choice.
An invisible hand propels us.
To do its bidding.

We’re here.
What now?
Do we meet our elusive host?
It’s dark in this house.
With only a few candles for light.
There doesn’t seem to be a party.

Too late.
The door slams shut behind us.
I can hear it being locked and bolted.
We’re stuck for now.
In this house of horrors.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME
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LET’S PARTY!

LET’S PARTY!

HERE WE ARE!  NO REASON TO RUN.  WE CAN ALL PARTY TOGETHER.  THE DEAD GAME

HERE WE ARE!

NO REASON TO RUN.

WE CAN ALL PARTY TOGETHER.

 

LOOK WHAT I FOUND?  A ROSE AMONG THE DEAD.  THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.  THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

LOOK WHAT I FOUND?

A ROSE AMONG THE DEAD.

THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.

 

  • WE’RE HERE!  WHERE IS EVERYONE?  IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE  A PARTY FOR US.

WE’RE HERE!

WHERE’S EVERYONE?

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

A PARTY FOR US.

 

  • blackoutraven:      WELCOME TO END HOUSE  BEAUTY AWAITS YOU:  FLOWERS, ORNATE FURNITURE,  CRYSTAL CHANDELIERS…  BUT WAIT!  WHO IS THAT IN THE CORNER?  IT IS DARK AND IT’S MOVING!  TOO LATE!  THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ARE LOCKING.  WE MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY.  THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

blackoutraven:

WELCOME TO END HOUSE

BEAUTY AWAITS YOU:

FLOWERS, ORNATE FURNITURE,

CRYSTAL CHANDELIERS…

BUT WAIT!

WHO’S THAT IN THE CORNER?

IT’S DARK AND IT’S MOVING!

TOO LATE!

THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ARE LOCKING.

WE MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

 

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

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THE DOOR

so-personal:</p> <p>I love doors.<br /> You don’t know what’s behind them,<br /> unless you open the door.<br /> On the other side, there could be<br /> something magical.<br /> Or something earth shattering<br /> and deadly.<br /> In The Dead Game, the magical door<br /> opens to any place that you imagine.<br /> But there is also a second door in<br /> Oasis, Florida.<br /> This door opens to your worst nightmare.<br /> Where is the door now?<br /> It was in End House but the house was destroyed.<br /> Was the door also destroyed?<br /> Read The Dead Game and find out.</p> <p>

so-personal:

 

You don’t know what lies behind a door,

unless you open it.

On the other side, there could be

something magical.

Or something earth shattering

and deadly.

In The Dead Game, the magical door

opens to any place that you might imagine.

But there is also a second door in

Oasis, Florida.

This door opens to your worst nightmare.

Where is this door now?

It was in End House but the house was destroyed.

Was the door also destroyed?

Read The Dead Game and find out.

 

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THE DEAD ARE RISING

They’re coming for you.<br /> The sun has set.<br /> The Dead are rising.<br /> Run for your lives<br /> before it’s too late.<br /> The Dead Game by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

They’re coming for you.

The sun has set.

The Dead are rising.

Run for your lives

before it’s too late.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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