Will Wolf return to Oasis, Florida?
We’ve missed him.
His good looks.
Charming personality.
Deadly ways.
Will he arrive as a bat?
Or maybe as a wolf?
He could even take the place
Of one of our own.
Will his appetite be as fierce?
His passions as strong?
So many questions
Waiting to be answered
In Book 2 of THE DEAD GAME.
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The Dead can appear in disguise
As people like you and me.
They can change forms to hide
Like a raindrop falling from the sky.
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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.
Hell has arrived.
Burning in its chair.
Impatient for victims.
Restless to the bone.
Burning bright.
Glowing embers.
Filling the dark.
Red and yellow sparks.
Sizzling.
Hot.
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“Institute Benjamenta” (1995) dir. Timothy Quay, Stephen Quay
Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
Walking up the steps.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
Is he standing outside the door,
Waiting for me to open it?
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I won’t become one of The Dead.
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Who sits there in the darkness?
No movement in the blackness.
As still as a fox waiting to pounce.
No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.
A soft sigh can be heard in the air.
Are those slithering snakes in her hair?
Shadows coast along with the circling dust.
The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.
The ghostly form stands up to meet us.
She can be the hostess to greet us.
A deserted house this seems to be.
She hovers over us like a tree.
We stand alone in this bleak hall.
There won’t be dancing at this ball.
All the candles go dark.
This was a silly lark.
Time to leave this creepy place.
We must quicken our slow pace.
But since this is a horror story.
We won’t be leaving soon with glory.
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To die alone is all I want,
To be free from the monster within.
Nature may have its tantrum,
But I refuse to yield to its master.
“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned,”
But hell has never met a woman scorned.
I will not surrender to the mighty winds,
Nor to the sleet and rain or even the snow.
I stand as strong and alone as the tree.
It has remained strong for generations,
Withstanding all the elements.
No one will take away our thunder.
The clouds dance around in their fury.
The rain falls as sharp pellets to the ground.
The winds whip around us in a rain dance.
But we stand strong against them all.
I can feel his presence.
I can feel his eyes watching me.
I will not be tempted or swayed
By his touch or his beauty.
Wolf alights upon the lone tree,
Lifting his head back to give a mighty roar.
I turn my face from his massive body,
I don’t want to fall into his trance.
He leaps to the ground to stand before me
In all his beauty and shining glory.
All who see him succumb to his charms
And fall prey to his whims.
Not me.
I alone refuse to give in.
I love another who is kind and giving,
Who is not a monster but a man.
He crushes his body against mine.
He envelopes me with his fresh scent.
I’m cushioned by his muscular chest and arms.
It would so easy to give in to this man.
No! He isn’t man but beast.
A vampire who plays games with human lives,
Who kills for the thrill of it.
I must fight to stay free.
Wolf holds me closer.
His lips move against mine.
I am losing myself to his touch.
Falling in thrall to his beauty.
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THE STAIRCASE
Follow the gargoyles to their master.
Follow the staircase to its source.
Take me down under
To the darkness in us all.
Beneath End House lies the answers
To questions asked from times gone by.
The unearthly dungeons and mazes
Will lead our way through hell and beyond.
I know others have gone before me
To the place deep in the earth.
The door will open for me
And no other before or after.
Hell has unleashed its prized possessions
To torment the innocent and needy.
Even with their human bodies
They cannot hide forever from my wrath.
OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
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UNMASKED
Show me your face.
Reveal your true colors.
Take off your mask.
What lies underneath?
Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies underneath?
Walk to me.
As yourself.
Without lies.
So I can see what lies underneath.
Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I can now see what lies underneath.
A killer lurks in each one of us.
It hides behind the human facade.
It needs the right incentive.
The perfect reason.
To be released from its hold.
From its human cage.
Release the demons.
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