THEY’RE HERE TO STAY

Sentries

 

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.

All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.

Dark shadows will descend onto the sand.
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem–all served with a frown.

Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for each and every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.

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WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

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WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

Who walks the night?
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I can see dark shadows lurking.
Eerie lights flickering near the tombstones.
Too much activity for a place of death.
Too many shadows for a few headstones.

Who walks the night?
Night should be a time for reflection.
A time for silence.
When you could hear your own thoughts.
Your own heart pounding.
Not a time for dark shadows and footsteps.

Who walks the night?
The Dead do.
They wait for the moonlight.
They wait for the darkness.
Then they appear in all their glory.
Keepers of the night.
Phantoms of the night.

Who walks the night?
Not us anymore.
For soon we will be the next victims.
The next to fall prey to The Dead.
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I hear footsteps.
Moving closer.

THE DEAD GAME


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FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK

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FOOTSTEPS IN THE DARK

The town’s residents are all asleep.
My sleep is usually sound and deep.
But I hear footsteps to a stomping beat.
In the quiet town this is no great feat.

The Dead are now coming for us.
I should’ve left on the last bus.
Now I’m a goner lying here,
Waiting for the end to come near.

The house lights have gone out.
I want to scream and shout.
But fear has closed my throat.
I’m bleating like a goat.

I see a shadow by my door.
I do know what it is here for.
The sun has ceased to shine.
It’s come for me and mine.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE NIGHT COMES

The night comes soft and quiet.

Dragging its feet.

Lurking in alleys and hallways.

Hiding its long tresses.

Come to me, night.

Come to me, now.

I can’t wait anymore.

Your time on earth is limited.

Enter my domain.

A domain filled with darkness.

Filled with spirits, holding

their pent-up breaths for you.

Yes, come closer.

INTO THE WOODS

INTO THE WOODS

 

atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
atraversso:</p><br /> <p>Beautiful  by Kevin Russ </p><br /> <p>The woods are mysterious.<br /><br /> Who knows what lurks inside<br /><br /> the dark shadows?<br /><br /> Are there spirits or ghosts?<br /><br /> Evil waiting to pounce on<br /><br /> unsuspecting victims?<br /><br /> Or maybe there’s just beauty<br /><br /> and warmth.<br /><br /> And maybe a deer or two.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

atraversso:

Beautiful by Kevin Russ

The woods are mysterious.
Who knows what lurks inside
the dark shadows?
Are there spirits or ghosts?
Evil waiting to pounce on
unsuspecting victims?
Or maybe there’s just beauty
and warmth.
And maybe a deer or two.

A DARK CASTLE

A dark castle.<br /> Imagine what stories<br /> its walls could tell if<br /> they could talk to us.<br /> Stories of the families<br /> who had lived there.<br /> Are there ghosts lurking<br /> inside these walls?<br /> Spirits who have unfinished business.<br /> Maybe we could see them roaming<br /> the empty halls at night.<br /> This what happens when you have<br /> an over-active imagination.

A dark castle.

Imagine what stories

its walls could tell if

they could talk to us.

Stories of the families

who had lived there.

Are there ghosts lurking

inside these walls?

Spirits who have unfinished business.

Maybe we could see them roaming

the empty halls at night.

This what happens when you have

an over-active imagination.

THE DEAD GAME

The house on the hill looks to be deserted.<br /> No one answers our knock at the door.<br /> We enter a dark hallway.<br /> All we can see is a staircase<br /> standing before us.<br /> Candlelight flickers from wall sconces.<br /> Should we follow the candles<br /> or flee before it’s too late?<br /> Characters never flee in<br /> horror stories.<br /> And that is what they’re in.<br /> See what happens next in<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=9781478704485

The house on the hill looks to be deserted.

No one answers our knock at the door.

We enter a dark hallway.

All we can see is a staircase

standing before us.

Candlelight flickers from wall sconces.

Should we follow the candles

or flee before it’s too late?

Characters never flee in

horror stories.

And that is what they’re in.

See what happens next in

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=9781478704485

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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 90

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 90

Father John must be in his late fifties, guessed Linda, but he appeared very strong and rugged-looking for a man his age. He also seemed to be troubled. His eyes darted around as if he expected to be overheard by someone, even though the church was empty and quiet.
After Linda finished with her story, the Father began his. “I’ve always believed that there was something wrong with this town. I’ve sensed the evil brewing beneath the surface all these years, getting ready to explode at any moment. The older residents are very reclusive during the day. Twice a year, a huge party is thrown at Diane’s house. These parties are given at night—just like all their other activities. Secret meetings at their homes take place only in the dead of night. They never attend church, but seem to hide indoors during the day.
“I’ve remained living here only because I’ve wanted to keep a vigilant watch over the town and its strange inhabitants. Every year, a tourist disappears and very little is mentioned about it in the town paper or by the townspeople. Sheriff Sam makes an effort to investigate the disappearances, but nothing is ever solved.”
“Do you believe that the ones responsible are human?” Shana asked. Linda knew that Shana had strange premonitions about the town: her cards had always pointed to some kind of supernatural being.
“Over the years, I’ve asked myself that same question many times. Once I even tried to pursue this inquiry. A few years ago, I decided to follow the line of limousines to one of Diane’s secret parties. I climbed a tree in the dark and peeked into one of her upstairs windows. In a very dark room, men and women were sitting around a long table, dressed in long black robes with hoods covering their heads and faces. It appeared as if they were waiting for someone to arrive and occupy the empty seat at the head of the table.
“The door swung open, and in walked Charles Wolf, who sat in the large empty chair. He was also wearing a long black robe, but his hood was back. He glared out the window—right at the spot where I was hiding. Afraid that I’d been spotted, I quickly fled the scene. I’ve never returned to the hill nor spoken to anyone about what I saw or thought I saw.”

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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 73

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 73

At End House, Deputy Carl was waiting for them. He was leaning against his patrol car, as if he had no worries in the world, as if no one had been wondering where he’d disappeared to for hours, Todd thought in anger.
He has never trusted Carl, with his shifty eyes behind his thick-rimmed glasses, which made his light- blue eyes appear huge. His wheat-colored blond hair hung long and limp, making Todd want to dunk him into a tub of soapy water. Instead he just stood in front of Carl, giving him a long, hard look.
Carl turned his face away and marched into the house.
This time around, Todd didn’t feel the evil presence in the house that he’d felt earlier. The candles along the staircase and on the walls had disappeared. He stood in the darkened hallway, stunned that the party could have been dismantled so quickly and thoroughly. He’d been in the house only twenty minutes ago. Who could have accomplished this so fast? Someone had spent a lot of time planning the fake party and then had cleaned up all evidence of it.