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The mist hides the screams,
darkening the blood to black.
Fingers grab the trees for help,
trembling in the fading light.
No one is there to see them.
No one is there to hear them.
As if they never existed.
EXISTENCE
screams
THE CANDLE FLICKERS
The candle flickers.
The music plays softly.
In an empty house.
The piano keys pound faster.
The wind screams louder.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME
FLORIDA WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
The Dead have taken over.
It’s now time to take cover.
No one can hear
Our screams of fear.
When the clock strikes midnight
We prepare to take flight.
The elders can’t save us anymore.
Very soon blood and guts will pour.
Our paradise is no more.
There’s nothing left to live for
Unless we stand up and fight
With all our hearts and might.
THE DEAD GAME
CRY
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We cry for ourselves.
We cry in the night.
Tears roll down our cheeks.
Frowns cover our faces.
We stand together.
We cry for no one.
We cry for everyone.
TIME KILLS
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Source:arcusxxTime kills.
The Dead play no favorites.
We all become their victims.
Prey for their games.
Cages to entrap us.
One door leading to
the next deadly door.
Welcome.
THE DEAD GAME
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The candle flickers.
The music plays softly.
An empty room stands before us.
The piano keys pound faster.
The wind screams louder.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME
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Source:kittenmeatsThe house welcomes us.
It plays music for us.
The keys dance.
The walls moan.
Traps await.
A long night ahead.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
THE CREEPING LIQUID
Mysterious under-door seepages – “I Do” (1921)
The creeping liquid from my nightmares.
It’s alive in my book, THE DEAD GAME.
Excerpt from THE DEAD GAME
They raced down the staircase, carrying their children, eager to reach the front door. Mary stopped dead in her tracks. A dark red substance was oozing into the house from under the door, creeping across the floor, devouring everything in its wake. They watched as the huge circular rug and the large hall table disappeared into its thick slime. Extending its reach farther out, it made its way toward them.
A high-pitched keening cry was coming from within the slime. She backed herself into a corner. “It’s going to swallow us.”
“Run out the back!” John shouted above the children’s frightened sobbing. He pushed her ahead of him. “Don’t think. Just make sure you get out of this house and down the stairs to the beach. Or else you might be living here forever.”
They climbed through the destroyed kitchen, through detached pieces of ceiling, through broken pieces of cabinets and sharp shards from shattered dishes.
Once outside, they were struck by flying debris. The patio was engulfed in a strong wind, which lifted the furniture high into the air. The white wicker pieces crashed against each other, the broken pieces falling into the empty pool.
The pool had been filled already twice that season. The house had a mind of its own: it wanted the pool empty of water and her family gone; and it was making sure that it remained that way.
The red liquid was creeping out beneath the kitchen door, inching its way toward them. She screamed above the sound of the howling wind. “It’s getting closer. It’s followed us outside. WE ARE ALL DEAD!”
“We must escape now. Don’t look back. Just run.” John pulled on her arm.
She gazed down the steep staircase to the rocky shore below, to the jagged rocks that were being beaten by the raging waves of the ocean. In her heart, she knew that their fate was not going to be much better.
Kindle
Nook
BRING BACK THE DEAD
Oh ouija board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their unearthly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
Their moans and screams
of the long nights.
Please bring me them this night.
I can feel cold breath.
Shrieks fill the silent night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
A little too tight.
Too tight…
THE DARK FOREST
Come and visit us.
Follow the line of trees.
Where does it lead?
Deep into a forest.
Down a dark road.
Ignore the moans and screams.
They are just animals.
A pack of wild dogs are howling.
They love people.
It is safe for you to walk into the forest.
Don’t look back.
Face forward and walk.
Soon you’ll be reaching your destination.
Be prepared for anything.
Don’t be afraid.
A party at the deserted End House
is waiting for you.
And so are The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
THE DEAD CONTROL TIME
THE DEAD CONTROL TIME
The Dead have taken over.
It’s now time to take cover.
No one can hear
Our screams of fear.
When the clock strikes midnight
We prepare to take flight.
The elders can’t save us anymore.
Very soon blood and guts will pour.
Our paradise is no more.
There’s nothing left to live for.
Unless we stand up and fight
With all our hearts and might.
THE DEAD GAME
A JOURNEY
A JOURNEY
Take the journey.
Into the dark tunnel.
See where it may lead.
Into the darkness you go.
With shoulders back.
Eyes forward.
The darkness will take your hand.
And you will follow.
Screams might torment you.
Traps might ensnare you.
But on you go.
To your destination.
With an end in sight.
Hold on tight for the ride.
For it is a journey we must all take.
The journey of life.
SUSANNE LEIST 