YOU CAN’T FIND THE DOOR

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“Nobody seems to care

And you can’t find the door

Can’t find it anywhere

When there’s nothing to believe in

still, you’re coming back

You’re running back,

you’re coming back for more

So put me on a highway and show me a sign

And take it to the limit one more time”

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

TOGETHER AT LAST

 

    Todd backed her against a tree on the deserted walkway. Linda couldn’t move back; and if she moved forward, well…Todd’s muscular body blocked the way.

     They stood in the tree’s cool shade, colorful leaves falling around them; each one afraid to make the first move. Todd moved closer, bent his head, and kissed her.

   His mouth soft and hard at the same time, pulled her deeper into his world of heightened feelings. When Todd touched her, she felt different—not herself anymore. He took total control of her mind and body. It felt good but scary at the same time. Linda wasn’t sure she was ready to relinquish her freedom.

     Staring at her, as if trying to commit her face to memory, Todd caressed her eyelids with his lips. When his warm lips traveled to her mouth, Linda shivered in delight. Who knew he could be gentle and caring? His lips marked a blazing trail to her neck. As he licked her skin, her limbs trembled. She threw her head back and moaned.

     He groaned in response, his playful tongue reversing direction, gathering speed until its return to her mouth. His mouth molded itself to hers. His body melded with hers until she felt as one with him. She felt herself falling into his embrace…

THE DEAD GAME

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THE PASSION OF DRACULA

 

 

The passion of Dracula

results in an offspring.

Not a human.

Not a vampire.

But a human vampire.

He lives in Oasis, Florida.

Read his story.

All is revealed

In PREY FOR THE DEAD,

Book 2 of THE DEAD GAME SERIES.

 

DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT

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I’m drowning in a pool of water

in the basement of End House

Can this be an illusion?

The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

BEYOND THE DOOR

 

 

BEYOND THE DOOR

Beyond the door, they wait.

Dripping blood will be your fate.

 

Walk through the doorway

To where The Dead play.

 

Their games continue through the night

Until the first ray of morning light.

 

Once you join their pack,

There’s no turning back.

 

A pale finger beckons to you.

Please hurry to find your way through.

 

The looking glass never appeared so fine.

Come to me, my darling, you’ll be mine.

 

THE DEAD GAME

I WILL BE GONE

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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 ground will quake

Along the river

And by the lake.

 

Take me far away

From this creepy place.

I refuse to stay

And see his pale face.

 

THE DEAD GAME