THEY DO EXIST

 

Of course, they do.

Who else keeps you awake at night?

Who haunts your nightmares?

Your mother-in-law?

No.

It’s The Dead.

They walk the streets of Oasis.

They take their victims with stealth and finesse.

Find them in THE DEAD GAME.

They return in PREY FOR THE DEAD.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

FRIDAY THE 13TH

1 Friday the 13th

 

Friday the 13th is here.

There is no need to fear.

Step into the manor.

Ignore any banter.

The party is for you,

only a select few.

I have a secret to tell,

one involving an old spell.

A witch cast her spell.

Our lives went to hell.

Beneath End House, we were banished.

Please wait, I know you must be famished.

Listen to my tale.

The bread won’t turn stale.

Banished for years, we were.

Trapped in the earth by her.

We were freed by a priest,

accompanied by a beast.

We haven’t eaten for many years.

Do not bother to shed any tears.

Please step onto the food platters.

Our hunger is all that matters.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

 

SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

 

 

The night is here.

Dark shadows appear.

The full moon spins on its axis.

Creatures settle for sleep.

The wise owl opens yellow eyes in defiance.

Who are the shadows that interfere

with the peace of the night?

Who dare to leave dead bodies

along their nightly path?

Hide ye beyond your closed

doors and shuttered windows.

For THE DEAD own the night.

THE DEAD GAME

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water,
Heavey and intense
As it trickles and oozes.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

My only recourse is to escape
From within these walls
As I tunnel my way upward.

I want to be free from the evil,
Destroying me from within,

Keeping me from my family.

 
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

MY THOUGHTS DRIFT

 

 

My thoughts drift to him.

He fills me with longing,

Cold as the night air.

He roams free in the dark,

But yet he returns for me.

I dare not meet him

In the forest at midnight.

I must hold firm

And not venture into the woods

To rekindle his dark flame.

I must stand strong

Or my light will turn dark.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

RISING FROM THE DEEP

Source:

 

 

From under the sea

they have come for me.

Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.

 

Through the small town, they roam,

looking for a new home.

Blending with tourists at day,

but at night they get to play.

 

Bloodthirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.

They take sustenance within reach,

leaving dead bodies on the beach.

 

Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.

The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.

 

💔PREY FOR THE DEAD💔