VAMPYR

What is this book for?

To rid the world of vampires,

or so Father John believed.

He foolishly used one of its spells.

And he created a new type of demon.

A demon who can’t be destroyed.

Be careful how you use the book.

Read what happens in

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist.

NO TRICKS

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The Return of the Vampire, 1944

Vampires no longer resort to tricks.

They don’t bother with capes.

They don’t flaunt their sharp teeth.

But their favorite meal remains the same.

The blood of the innocent.

THE DEAD love their innocent.

THE DEAD GAME

A LITTLE MAGIC

 

 

 

A LITTLE MAGIC

All we need is a little magic

to bring our fantasies to life.

A little fairy dust

to capture our hidden desires.

A little sprinkle of pink

to brighten our dreary days.

Puff.

You’re gone.

I’m in fantasy land.

 

MAGIC

 

 

Look up to the white skies.

Magic before my eyes.

White flutters to the ground.

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white.

So pretty and so bright.

If it could remain this way.

A blanket for one more day.

A ROOM LIKE NO OTHER

 

WHAT THE HELL?
THE DEAD GAME
They stepped into a drafty master bedroom, illuminated by lit candles encircling the canopied bed. The candlelight created shadows that swayed back and forth across the ceiling and walls. Linda felt like the shadows were...

 

 

THE DEAD GAME

    They stepped into a drafty master bedroom,  illuminated by lit candles encircling the 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 walking forward. She moved with them toward the bed. 
    What she found there exceeded her wildest 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 cover. 
    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. Enormous worms spread across the floor, their squishy bodies blocking the 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 saw Shana backing into a corner. Her eyes appeared huge and saucer-like as she stared at the worms crawling 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.
     Impatient with both of them, Todd dragged them through the swarms of worms. Once they were outside the room, Linda gave a sigh of relief.  The persistent worms were locked in the bedroom, behind the door that had concealed itself into the wall.
What was next for them in this creepy house?

THE DEAD GAME

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PICTURE PERFECT

 

Perfect lines cast in the sand.

Had they been made by man?

Or could the waves had made them

when they lapped upon the shore?

Bringing moisture to the hot sand.

Leaving behind their own

distinctive footsteps.

Footsteps that cannot be duplicated.

Temporary footsteps until the next day

when they appear again.

Like magic?

No, like nature.