nature/vintage blog
I step from the restaurant
where there had been light.
Now there is only darkness,
and no stars in sight.
I hear footsteps in the distance.
Dark shadows move and sway.
Steps echo louder in the dark.
I bow my head and pray.
I run to the light.
Then I’m falling down.
My face to the ground.
My world, upside down.
I lift my head.
Black shoes before me.
The lights go out.
Darkness now claims me.
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 float amid the circling dust.
The walls trickle with blood or maybe 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.
The candles flicker and go out.
I want to pull my hair and shout.
Time to leave this creepy place.
We must quicken our slow pace.
But since this is a horror story,
We will not be leaving with glory.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
A house sits on a rise of land.
Watching.
Waiting.
Maybe it isn’t the house
that waits,
but the character
who lives inside.
Trick or treat.
Through the darkness.
Through the cemetery.
Through the deserted streets.
We walk the night.
In the dead of night.
In the moon’s glow.
In the dark shadows.
We walk the night.
Come close.
Come with us.
Come tonight.
As we walk the night.
THE DEAD GAME
The house sits alone,
Night after night.
Ghosts inhabit its walls.
Demons live below its floors,
Waiting for the night
When the moon bleeds red
And shadows walk tall.
Lights shine through the windows.
Sounds creep from the basement.
It’s time.
Has End House returned to Oasis?
Our chanting had cast it to sea.
It can’t be back.
We can’t be under attack.
Silence fills the forest.
A cold breeze tickles my arms.
I follow the path through
a thick copse of trees.
The sky darkens.
A shadow looms in the distance.
I enter the clearing.
Seagulls cry and swoop low.
I halt by a deep hole.
The spot where End House had stood.
A hard shove
And I’m falling.
Laughter follows my descent.
I hit rock bottom.
A tunnel stretches before me.
Light at its end.
THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES
PRELUDE TO BOOK II
The hallway waits.
It beckons.
A green light shows the way.
Closed doors on either side.
Cries fill the air.
A coldness descends.
Then total silence.
I inch forward.
I peer into a room.
A wheelchair sits empty.
Voices.
I step into the hallway
and follow the sounds.
The door at the end stands open.
Surgeons stand around a table.
They turn and smile at me.
They fade from sight.
Then I’m on the table.
Doctors stand above me.
I must escape.
A scalpel descends.
Too late.
The forest torments me to no end.
I don’t want this to be a dead end.
Hot breath breathes close to my ear
as I make my way from here.
The woods are known to be haunted.
With dark whispers, I’ve been taunted.
I’ve passed this tree before.
I can’t run anymore.
The shadows are closing in.
The forest is dark as sin.
I must say goodbye to one and all.
It’s time to follow the bouncing ball.
The script has been written.
My neck has been bitten.
I bid you adieu.
A vampire, to you.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
An orange streak hits the spot
Where day and night meet a lot.
Flames float to the sky
From arms raised up high.
The light play continues through the night
As we watch and hold each other tight.
The sky lightens to shades of grey
As it welcomes the coming day.
Happy, we made it through the long, dark night.
The rising sun is a welcome sight.
A beautiful gazebo.
Perfect for a wedding.
Fantasy comes to life.
Until the night.
Robed figures circle.
A noose hangs within.
It’s slipped around my neck.
I can’t move.
The figures circle faster.
The winds pick up speed.
I’m hanging.
Watching my life drift away.
A beautiful gazebo.
