Spend Thanksgiving with The Dead.
A little horror for the holidays.
Put on your masks & dancing shoes.
Thanksgiving will never be the same.
THE DEAD GAME
by HM Holten
A Haunted House with a Vengeance
Vampires live disguised in a small town in Florida, mixing with the population. Newcomer Linda opens a bookshop and befriends Shana, who has an esoteric shop. There are young men and a blonde bimbo to go out with – and everything is fine until they get an invitation to a party at End House.
In Ms Leist’s village, there are several unexpected species. The hybrids, half-human, and half-vampire, are difficult to single out. Then there are two groups of vampires, one of them working to protect humans and hybrids. The other group, the DEAD, wants to take over the world and rid it of human beings. Of course, the humans just want to live normal lives. Also, the village, and especially, End house, is full of illusions, some resembling the scary house in a fairground, except for the fact that they are armed with real predators and flying saws just to mention a few. The horror isn’t absent, but it is accompanied by not a few winks. It was an entertaining read that gave an insight into the antics of humans – let alone the vampires.
Follow the lights to the house of glass,
There will be much splendor in the grass.
A more decadent event there could not be,
Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.
THE DEAD GAME
5 Stars Review of PREY FOR THE DEAD
From excellent writing and grammar to amazing storytelling I highly recommend this book! Now, this author has a new fan.
Join my tea party.
Don’t be afraid to drink the tea.
It isn’t poisoned.
Don’t you trust the Cheshire Cat?
I wouldn’t either.
Who sits and waits in the darkness?
There is no movement in the blackness.
As still as a fox waiting to pounce,
No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.
A soft sigh can be heard in the air.
Are those slithering snakes in her hair?
Shadows shift through the circling dust
As the walls trickle with blood or rust.
The ghostly form stands tall to meet us.
She can be the hostess to greet us.
A deserted house this seems to be.
She hovers over us like a tree.
We stand alone in this bleak hall.
There won’t be dancing at this ball.
This was a silly lark.
Then the candles go dark.
Time to leave this creepy place.
We must quicken our snail’s pace.
But since this is a horror story,
We will not be leaving with glory.