Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Tourists disappear into the thin air.
One day they are right here.
The next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD GAME
DEATH I CANNOT BEAR
ouija board
OUIJA BOARD
Ouija Board
Take my hand,
and I will speak
through you.
As the spirits
enter your body,
you will speak in their voices;
you will hear their thoughts.
Let the darkness descend.
The Dead are here.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PDNPV59?ref_=dbs_r_series&storeType=ebooks
BLACK CAT OUIJA
Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne LeistOUIJA BOARD
Source:blooming-pain
Oh, Ouija Board,
will you bring me spirits?
Spirits of the light.
Ones of the damned.
I feel their presence.
Sighs in the night.
Cold breath on my face.
Icy fingers at my neck.
Squeezing.
Too tight.
Much too tight…
OUIJA
Come here.
Let me tell you a story.
A sad story of loss.
Move closer.
Watch the letters.
A message from the dead.
Soon you will be one too.
OUIJA BOARD
Give me your hands,
and I will speak to you
through the dead.
I will use their voices
and their memories.
Sit still and be quiet.
They will enter your bodies
and fill you with thoughts.
Thoughts of revenge
and plans for murder.
Enjoy the game.
The Dead love their games.
GHOST TALES
Source:blooming-pain
Oh, Ouija Board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their ghostly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
I feel their cold breath.
Shrieks fill the night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
Too tight.
Much too tight…
BRING BACK THE DEAD
Oh ouija board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their unearthly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
Their moans and screams
of the long nights.
Please bring me them this night.
I can feel cold breath.
Shrieks fill the silent night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
A little too tight.
Too tight…
BURN WITCH BURN
Source:son-of-the-hell
Hand that to me.
I don’t want my future
controlled or predicted
by anyone or anything.
My destiny is my own.
Burn witch burn.
WATCH THE LETTERS
Come here.
Let me you tell you a story.
A tale of beings long gone.
A sad story of loss.
Move closer.
Watch the letters.
A message from the dead.
Soon you will be one too.
SUSANNE LEIST 