A BEAUTIFUL GAZEBO

 

A beautiful gazebo.

Perfect for a wedding.

Fantasy comes to life.

Until the night.

Robed figures circle.

A noose hangs within.

It’s slipped around my neck.

I can’t move.

The figures circle faster.

The winds pick up speed.

I’m hanging.

Watching my life drift away.

A beautiful gazebo.

DARK AS SIN

Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning...

(Source: deadphilosophy)

 

Friday the 13th is here.

There is nothing to fear.

My gargoyle friends are waiting.

Their stares are somewhat scathing.

But the night is still young.

The noose is already hung.

Bats fly around the old house.

They squeak like a little mouse.

Lightning sizzles as it plays.

Over the dark house, it stays.

Thunder rumbles in pain.

Loud noises but no rain.

The door opens wide.

There’s no place to hide.

We might as well go in.

inside looks dark as sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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HELP ME

 

Why did I accept the invitation?

An unsigned invitation

to a party at a deserted house.

A house with a sinister history.

A history of unsolved disappearances.

One group is trapped in the basement.

Our group is fleeing for our lives.

Sand hits us in the face.

Trees swipe at us

as we reach the walkway.

A body hangs in the gazebo.

Is it one of ours?

Will there be time to get the Sheriff?

It sways back and forth in the wind.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE NOOSE

 

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THE DEAD GAME

Louise and her friends escaped End House but the deadly game was not over. The Dead had much more in store for Louise.

     Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the stairs. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But she continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or whom was attacking them.

     She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.

    Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt alone. The streets were quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. Candles were flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.

     The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm and unwavering despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.

     When she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.

     Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.

     One member of the group—taller and much larger than the rest—lifted his arms up high. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.

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THE LONE TREE

DARK AS SIN

 

Friday the 13th is here.

There is nothing to fear.

My gargoyle friends are waiting.

Their stares are somewhat scathing.

But the night is still young.

The noose is already hung.

Bats fly around the old house.

They squeak like a little mouse.

Lightning sizzles as it plays.

Over the dark house it stays.

Thunder rumbles in pain.

Loud noises but no rain.

The door opens wide.

There’s no place to hide.

We might as well go in.

inside looks dark as sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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ILLUSIONS OR REALITY

 

Welcome to Oasis, Florida.

A seaside town with white-sanded beaches.

Lush greenery.

Breath-taking sunsets.

After the sun sets,

Dark shadows appear.

The winds moan.

Fog rolls in.

Palm trees bow in the wind.

The streets are hushed.

Deserted.

A body hangs from a noose

In the pretty gazebo.

Rain slashes against the boardwalk.

Who dares to walk the streets of Oasis?

Only The Dead know.

THE DEAD GAME

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