KILL ME

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Untitled by Joe Kennett.
KILL ME
A walk through the woods
on a sunny afternoon.
The sun soon retreats
to be replaced by dark shadows.
Sighs fill the silence.
The tall trees lift their roots.
Trunks become...

 

KILL MEkilledtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.

KILL ME

A walk through the woods

on a sunny afternoon.

The sun soon retreats

to be replaced by dark shadows.

Sighs fill the silence.

The tall trees lift their roots.

Trunks become faces,

branches reaching arms.

Shivering leaves fall in fear.

The giants move forward.

Just kill me now.

THE DEAD GAME

A PARANORMAL MYSTERY

(Source: artizan3)

 

I grow in the garden of End House.

The only flower in sight.

Moonlight keeps me strong.

Thorns keep me anchored.

The garden is mine.

 

(Source: kittiezandtittiez)
 

I’m keeping an eye on you.

Have you read The Dead Game yet?

If not, I know where you live.

 

(Source: fallenfay-l-h)

 

As darkness falls,

statues come alive.

Shadows emerge

from tombs and graves.

 

Beware of the nights.

They bring brutal winds

and the walking dead.

Bolt your doors.

Lock your windows.

The dark shadow behind you

might not be your own.

 

THE DEAD GAME

THE NIGHT

Julieanne Kost -  Aerial Photographs, 2016
Julieanne Kost -  Aerial Photographs, 2016
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Julieanne Kost | Website –  Aerial Photographs, 2016

 

 THE NIGHT

They come in the night.

Footsteps in the sand.

They climb through windows.

To visit the sleeping.

They takes recruits.

While others are left in peace.

Come morning sun,

Footsteps are gone.

Leaving behind empty beds

And empty dreams.

THE DEAD GAME

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A NIP IN THE AIR

 

A nip in the air.

A chill in my bones.

The Dead will be here.

And in our own homes.

 

Palm trees will shiver.

The whole ground will quake.

Up from the river.

Or the nearest lake.

 

Take me far away.

From this creepy place.

Let us run and pray.

Make an about face.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR A PARTY

 

A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR A PARTY

The glass dome reflects the sparkling stars.

Inside, dancing pairs twirl around.

Beneath chandeliers of ice.

Between frozen statues.

Reflecting days gone by.

In mirrors upon the frosted walls.

Spin and dance the night away.

Until the dawn rises clear and strong.

And chases away the dark shadows.

A party at a glass house can be perfect.

Maybe a little too perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

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WINTER FANTASY

Excerpt from THE DEAD GAME

Chapter 22

Their car neared the house. A stunning sight unfolded before their eyes. Encased in a tight circle of trees, shimmering from the lights strung through their heavy branches, the glass house sparkled against the dark night sky: a huge glass ball shooting green sparks of light from within its rounded walls. Its great dome twinkled as radiantly as the multitude of stars shining down from above.

      Todd left the car with the valet and led the way up the marble stairs to the rounded front door. Two armed men, dressed in tuxedos, guarded the door, their holstered guns only slightly marring the fantasy image running through Linda’s vivid imagination: for as soon as she turned away to admire the scenery, she was once again in fantasyland.

     The panorama facing her was doused in white. Gleaming white snow caps covered the tops of the tall trees and the great dome of the house. Snow was falling on them from somewhere. She could feel snowflakes melting on her lips. They felt wet, like real snowflakes. She touched her face and hair. Her hand came away wet. She had snow on her fingertips. She searched the grounds for a snow machine, but couldn’t locate anything—not on the glass domed roof or in any of the trees. She couldn’t believe that genuine snow was falling on them from the dark sky. The landscape resembled a winter wonderland despite it being fall in Florida.

     Todd placed his hand against her back to escort her into the house. The others followed them into the glowing green ball that was alive with dazzling lights, music, and laughter.

     Once inside, Linda was mesmerized by the glittering glass walls that mirrored the dancing images of the guests twirling around the marble dance floor. These images were cast in bright halos of light reflected from the myriad of crystal chandeliers hanging throughout the room.

     Soft candlelight from mounted crystal sconces flickered across the intricate patterns carved into the green walls. It was the most beautiful and fascinating house that she had ever seen. She glanced back and watched Shana’s mouth drop open. She was certain that Shana would agree that the house appeared simply magical.

     Couples were swirling around the immense dance floor. They were dancing in a large studio between Diane’s life-sized statues. Each sculpture was carved from clear glass: each one revealing a full-sized person. Linda found them to be too lifelike. She stood next to one and stared into it frozen face. She was startled by a fleeting expression of horror that seemed to cross over its features; as if a real person was trapped inside, staring out at her from within his glass tomb. Then the look was gone and the statue appeared lifeless once again.

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DANCE WITH US

Corpse Bride

Dance with us.

Dance the night away.

At End House.

A house in the woods.

Where the original residents live.

Night is their time

to dance and party.

Your host may be absent.

Traps in the basement.

Illusions upstairs.

The party is about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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AT YOUR OWN RISK

Enter the mansion at your own risk.

 

What will you find?

You won’t know

until you step inside

THE DEAD GAME 

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CLIFF HOUSE

 

The waves dance in fury.

Hitting the sharp rocks.

The house towers above.

Glaring down at intruders.

Any who dare to violate its shores.

Death to all who come inside.

The Dead haunt its walls.

They roam the tunnels below.

THE DEAD GAME