THE DEEP

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BLUE DEPTHS
Falling to the deep.
I cannot find sleep.
I thrash in the cold.
In the devil’s hold.
Water covers my face.
A dark and creepy place.
I struggle for air.
Current takes my hair.
I’m drowning in my...

 

luxuryandlife:

♕ Luxury and Life ♕

 

BLUE DEPTHS

Falling to the deep.

I cannot find sleep.

I thrash in the cold.

In the devil’s hold.

Water covers my face.

A dark and creepy place.

I struggle for air.

Current takes my hair.

I’m drowning in my bed.

It is all in my head.

 

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PUPPET

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Puppet Master 2 (1991)

I wake from a deep sleep.

I look across the room.

To a shelf high up.

A puppet sits there.

Its head pops up.

The head spins around.

It can’t be real.

A wooden puppet can’t be alive.

Then it speaks.

In a deep voice.

“Time to play,” it says.

I run to the door.

No!

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching for me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

Off to the gingerbread house, ​we go
On this fine fall day.
The country road yawns before us,
Pointing the way with pebbled arms.

Shana is laughing up a storm,
Similar to the one building around us.
Swirling gusts lead us by the hand
To a cottage made not by man.

The house floats in a dewy gauze of its own,
Shielded from any attacks or storms.
It glistens and shimmers in the fading light
As we draw closer to its unfailing might.

The front door opens at our approach,
An extended arm our only invitation.
I want to leave but Shana says,
“Linda, let’s see who lives inside.”

Before I could answer she walks in,
Leaving me alone in the dying day.
Pebbles unearth themselves in my direction
Until I’m forced to seek shelter inside.

An older couple wait for us,
Wearing clothes from days long gone.
They show us around their unusual home,
Where rooms are shrines to their grown children.

We are led to the attic to find a lone rocking chair,
Facing the forest and deserted country road.
The woman explains they are The Watchers,
Protecting the town from errant vampires.

My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding
As I listen to her words in disbelief.
She says there’s always a Watcher
Sitting in the rocking chair.

We don’t know whether to believe her story
But the chair begins to rock on its own.
​We flee the scene of our worst nightmare,
Determined never to return to this awful place.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

NIGHTMARES

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My nightmares haunt me.

They torment me each night.

They follow me,

Giving my heart a fright.

I’ve put my demons in my book

To ease my troubled mind.

Why don’t you take a closer look,

And see what you can find.

THE DEAD GAME

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

My Mind

The nightmare of my mind

Crammed with trees and dirt.

A deserted forest of the night,

No visitors or intruders.

Graves mark the spots

Where life once stood.

Now all that is​ left

Are dark shadows.

Shadows drifting across

The empty space of my mind.

IT’S BEGUN

 

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The staircase gives way.
Linda slides into its deadly grasp.
A tunnel envelopes her.
Hands reach out for her.

Will I reach the bottom?
Is there even a bottom to this madness?
Who lives beneath End House?
Will I become one of them?

Into the unyielding darkness 
Comes the cry, “Stop!”
Linda looks up to find Todd and Shana,
Clinging to the rocky walls.

The staircase reappears.
They climb to the front door.
Linda pulls on the handle.
It won’t budge.

“Open!” echoes in the hallway.
At Todd’s command,
The door opens for them.
The house pushes them out,
Slamming the door behind them.

Too terrified to glance back at Todd,
Linda races ahead to the car.
I can’t believe I was actually
Falling for him.

Linda’s problems have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

MIDNIGHT BLUE

THE DEAD GAME
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and...

 

 


A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.


The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.


Who is able to control the moon?
I’m afraid they’ll be here all too soon.
Dark shadows are descending on the shore.
They’re many but soon there will be much more.


I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.


THE DEAD GAME

 

NO SURVIVORS

They fly through the trees.
Over the deadly mist.
Landing in the forest.
Where no man walks.
No light penetrates.
No laughter follows.
The realm of The Dead.
Their nightly playground.
Games with no survivors.
THE DEAD...

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They fly through the trees.

Over the deadly mist.

Landing in the forest.

Where no man walks.

No light penetrates.

No laughter follows.

The realm of The Dead.

Their nightly playground.

Games with no survivors.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

THE CARNIVAL

THE CARNIVAL OF NIGHTMARES
I open my eyes
and to my surprise,
I’m at a carnival.
I’m chased into a tent.
My reflections surround me
on all sides.
I touch a mirror.
My hand flows through,
my body soon follows.
I’m in a dark basement.
The floor begins...

 

THE CARNIVAL 

I open my eyes 

and to my surprise,

I’m at a carnival.

I’m chased into a tent.

My reflections surround me

on all sides.

I touch a mirror.

My hand flows through,

my body soon follows.

I’m in a dark basement.

The floor begins to turn.

I hear laughter, 

“I’m back.”


THE DEAD GAME
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A REVIEW TO DIE FOR

A REVIEW TO DIE FOR
THE DEAD GAME
5 Stars
There is something painfully wrong about the seemingly perfect town of Oasis
ByPeter Garcia
Format: Kindle Edition
The opening pages of “The Dead Game” grab you at the ankles and drag into the deeper story....

 

A REVIEW TO DIE FOR
                                  THE DEAD GAME

5 Stars

There is something painfully wrong with the seemingly perfect town of Oasis

ByPeter Garcia
Format: Kindle Edition

The opening pages of “The Dead Game” grab you by the ankles and drag into the deeper story.  There is something painfully wrong with the seemingly perfect town of Oasis. Without getting into spoilers, here’s my take. Leist’s cast of characters is interesting in and of themselves.  They do leave you wanting to get to know them better; yet, as in real life, you only get to see the sides and masks that others want you to see.  That, to me, was the author’s point.  Everyone in Oasis seems to have an agenda, and it’s hard to know what to believe.  With that in mind, Leist does a great job of bringing to life the picturesque town of Oasis, and the menacing End House.  The book is reminiscent of tales like “House on Haunted Hill,” yet with its own twists on the supernatural thriller.  The story is well-paced, and the dangers faced by Leist’s characters feels terrifyingly real.  All in all, a good read.  I look forward to reading more works from this author.


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