THE ICE HOUSE

 

 

 

The dance floor is full.

The guests twirl between statues.

Sad expressions etched into faces.

Tears flow down frosty cheeks.

An undercurrent of evil lies

beneath the music and gaiety.

Time to leave the perfect guests

and the frozen smiles.

Time to escape if one can.

THE DEAD GAME 

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CREEPY SCARY

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Creepy, creepy, scary.
This can become hairy.
The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.


But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.
A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.


Down to the basement we go,
This is silly even I know.
Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.


Traps are falling from the low ceiling.
My wet feet are losing all feeling.
We are standing in a pool.
And I feel like a big fool.


We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.
The Dead have a morbid sense of humor;
Should have listened to every rumor.


Goodbye to one and all.
I see the bouncing ball.


THE DEAD GAME

THE GAME HAS BEGUN

 

 

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 glowing chandeliers.

Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.

The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.

The clock strikes midnight.

The music stops.

The dancers stand still.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

 

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

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FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

 

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.

Eyes are following us in the room.

They will be upon us all too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath they are just bones and hair.

 

THE DEAD GAME

I Bid Adieu

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He stands frozen before me.

A vision too hard to see.

My love is ice cold to the touch.

I’ve missed him so very much.

Who did this to him?

It’s a deadly sin.

Someone will surely pay for this tonight

at the party for a vampire’s delight.

A glass dome for the dancing pair,

twirl past statues with frozen hair.

My kiss lands on his cold lips

as I grasp his frozen hips.

He watches behind still blue eyes

as I bid my hasty goodbyes.

I will come back for him.

I won’t let evil win.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

WELCOME

1 book WELCOME TO THE PARTY

 

Welcome to our castle.

Not to be a hassle.

But please knock on the door.

It might open no more.

Until midnight strikes doom on the head.

All will be gone except for The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME 

AN ICE FANTASY

An ice heaven waits for us.
Ice statues in paradise.
A party in the dark night.
I refuse to run from fright.
Guests twirl around the dance floor.
I can take this anymore.
No melting until the sun shines bright.
For now, I must halt my morning...

 

An ice heaven waits for us.

Ice statues in paradise.

A party in the dark night.

I refuse to run from fright.

Guests twirl around the dance floor.

I can take this anymore.

No melting until the sun shines bright.

For now, I must halt my morning flight.

We must uncover The Dead creatures.

Behind masks, I can see their features.

They’re cold as death in the morning.

For me, they will soon be mourning.

But I must help to free our town.

I think this as I twirl around.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there?
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WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits there in the darkness?

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 coast along with the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

The ghostly form stands up 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.

All the candles go dark.

This was a silly lark.

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story.

We won’t be leaving soon with glory.

INTO THE DARK NIGHT

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INTO THE DARK NIGHT

Follow me along the cobbled road.

Shadows lurk and float on by.

Hurry, catch up before I grow old.

Winged creatures fill the night sky.

My high heels click against the cobbled stones.

This way to the oldest building in town.

Take care not to step on any bones.

Curve your mouth to remove that awful frown.

Up the steps, we go.

Please walk through the open door.

Is he friend or foe?

Multiple heads hint at more.

Growls fill the still air.

Darkness permeates the long room.

Reaching hands grow near.

A woman flies by on a broom.

“Surprise” is shouted by all.

Lights shine brightly in our faces.

Enters a man ten feet tall.

Standing high on metal braces.

He holds a cake rimmed with black bats.

The audience quiets to a hush.

My friends approach in party hats.

They sing to me as I hide a blush.

“Happy Halloween” and “Happy Birthday”

Become “Happy Hallowday.”

As I bow my head and enjoy my day.

A prank I must soon repay.