Hello, it’s just me.
Sitting in the dark.
I’m fun as can be.
A day at the park.
I’m here when you sleep.
Your worst nightmare.
Can you see its legs
Climbing your hair?
Can you feel it?
It is black and furry.
Don’t go back to sleep
Or you’ll see blurry.
Did it bite your neck?
I can see the mark.
Just a little peck.
The room goes dark.
Julieanne Kost | Website – Aerial Photographs, 2016
IN THE NIGHT
They come in the night,
footsteps in the sand.
They climb through windows
to visit the sleeping.
They take recruits
while others rest in peace.
In time for the morning sun,
the footsteps are gone.
THE DEAD GAME
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You destroyed me.
Now, I will destroy you.
The Dead seek revenge.
Wind, waves, storm, lightning, thunder.
The powers at our fingertips.
I’m back.
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We walk through the house
of empty rooms.
Each one furnished with
a different period from history.
A dining room that can seat
a hundred people.
A gourmet kitchen that sparkles
white with bare counters.
A crystal chandelier hangs above
the marble floor empty of dancers.
Our guide bids us a quick goodbye.
We are outside again, standing on the
stone and weeds of the driveway.
The house crumbles from the outside,
but inside, it’s ready to hold court.
For whom?
We don’t know.
But we will
Once we enter the deadly game.
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Ouija Board
Take my hand,
and I will speak
through you.
As the spirits
enter your body,
you will speak in their voices;
you will hear their thoughts.
Let the darkness descend.
The Dead are here.
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Sounds of footsteps.
Whistles and shouts.
The air grows heavy.
The streets fill with cars.
Men leap from vehicles.
They stand before the mob.
The town turns quiet.
Residents freeze in place.
Birds flee from trees.
Squirrels scamper to safety.
Another day in Oasis, Florida.
PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist
THE DEAD AND GONE
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.
THE DEAD GAME
