Burn Baby Burn.
He’ll light your fire
to take you higher.
The town’s on fire,
set by his sire.
He comes tonight
with his great might.
He comes for me
from the dark sea.
The Dead Game goes on.
Book 2 heat is on.
THE DEAD GAME
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Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
A stranglehold on my nerves.
Is he standing outside the door?
Waiting for me to open it.
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I refuse to become one of them.
THE DEAD GAME
Calming blue waters.
Soft white sand.
Reclining on a hammock.
Enjoying the sunshine.
The bright blue sky.
The quiet.
Until—
Darkness descends upon us.
The trade winds turn violent.
Sand flies in our faces.
Rooftops fly above our heads.
We make a mad dash to town.
The sun hides her face.
Lightning joins the winds.
Where to hide?
The Town Hall waits.
Its front door stands open.
Inside is dark and quiet.
What awaits us now?
Windows shatter.
Shrieks fill the rooms.
Shadows fly by the tall windows.
We’re doomed.
THE DEAD GAME
Put on your mask.
Dress in your gown.
Step into your party shoes.
The dance is about to begin.
Music fills the mirrored room.
The band picks up the beat.
Dancers swirl under chandeliers.
Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.
The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.
Until the clock strikes midnight.
The music stops.
The dancers stand still.
THE DEAD GAME
Lightning hits the spot.
Thunder rumbles by.
Clouds flee in horror.
Sky turns black in fear.
End House is under attack.
Nature has its final say.
THE DEAD GAME
I’m over here.
I can smell your fear.
You won’t be alone.
I can hear your moan.
I’ll be rising soon.
On the next full moon.
We’ll rise from down under.
On lightning and thunder.
You will not recognize me.
I’ll be different you see.
My new body is strong.
Now do not get me wrong.
I still love you, my dear.
Of that please have no fear.
THE DEAD GAME continues
A perfect oasis on the shore.
You could not ask for anything more.
Sun and surf during the day,
But at night there’s hell to pay.
The waves welcome daily swimmers,
But at night there are no winners.
Afraid to venture out after dark,
Residents stay clear of the town park.
One night, a hanging party is had
By the dark creatures who are plain bad.
Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.
We don’t even know who is our foe.
THE DEAD GAME
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A waitress with a name tag that read “Rose” came over to serve them. She looked friendly with her bright-red hair and snapping gum. She took their order and then asked if she could assist them with anything else.
Linda decided to come straight out with what they wanted to know. She began by explaining their situation. “Two of our friends disappeared from a party given at End House this past Friday night. We suspect that the people who reside on the hill are the ones responsible. Do you know anything about them that can help us?”
Rose called over two men. “Hey! Rob and Joe! We need help here!” Linda and Shana, becoming frightened, began to stand up. Then they noticed that the two old men, who were coming over to them, had big smiles on their wrinkled faces. They joined them at their booth.
Rose said to the men, “These women were at that party and they think that the hill people had something to do with the disappearances.”
The one called Joe, who had a full head of white hair and a long white beard, nodded his head in agreement. “We have always suspected that those people were evil. Tourists disappear every year and nothing is ever done about it. The sheriff seems to be in cahoots with them. Parties are given on the hill on the same two nights each year. On these nights, shadows can be seen creeping around the deserted streets of town.”
Rob, who wore very thick glasses and had curly grey hair, added, “The parties look like secret meetings of some society. Everything is always done after dark.”
Rose spoke up. “We never see these people until the sun goes down. They don’t bother talking to us. I’ve been living here thirty years and I’ve spoken to only a few of them.”
“Our town doesn’t go out after dark; we steer clear of the hill people. There have been many legends, but we don’t know if any are true,” Joe said.
Shana asked, “What are some of the legends?”
“One legend describes the hill people as vampires in hiding. They meet with the rest of the vampires in the world twice a year. These meetings are planning sessions on how to keep their species alive,” Joe said.
“Another legend has the hill people as good vampires that are trying to rid the world of The Dead, a sect of evil vampires who enjoy killing people—just for fun. The Dead have greater powers than regular vampires and are led by a strong and malicious head vampire. The good vampires meet twice a year to plan the defense of their slowly diminishing group,” Rob explained.
“How can you remain living here if you believe the worst of the people in town?” Linda asked. She didn’t believe in vampires, but if these people thought so poorly of the townspeople, then why didn’t they just leave?
Rose answered for them, “We don’t know if the legends are true. We’ve been living here unhurt all these years. Maybe the tourists disappearing are just coincidences. We can’t pack up our whole village and leave. We need the income from the ocean: the fishing has been very profitable.”
“Maybe they want you to remain living here for some sinister purpose,” Shana said.
“If you find out anything, please let us know,” said Rose, with concern beginning to dawn in her eyes.
“Don’t worry. We’ll let you know of any new developments. We’ll figure this out and find our friends,” Linda replied, trying to downplay Shana’s dire warning.
The village looked lovely and peaceful on the surface, but Linda was afraid that there was much more brewing beneath the surface. As she ate her lunch, she tried to be as cheerful as possible so that Shana wouldn’t notice her rising fears and suspicions.
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He has come for me.
I’ll never be free.
He comes this night.
Fear at first sight.
He claims his love.
But he’s no dove.
He’s evil as can be.
Always searching for me.
I must hide until morning.
Or the town will be mourning.
The devil hides his face.
I know his deadly pace.
His footsteps ring hollow.
Steps quicken to follow.
He sings a sweet song.
I know I’m not wrong.
The devil is right behind me.
Even though his face I can’t see.
He has me in his grasp.
I cry out with a gasp.
He kisses me with passion.
I know this is his fashion.
To take what is not his.
And make me only his.
THE DEAD GAME
A grand house had once stood here.
Many disappeared in fear.
A dark past had given it fame.
End House had been its given name.
Now all that is left are rocks and mud.
At night I swear I can hear a thud.
Reminiscent of bodies falling down
To the empty dungeons beneath the town.
I miss the beauty of this place.
This destruction I cannot face.
The Dead might groan & moan.
But we’ll rebuild our home.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
