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…

Source:

A CLOSED DOOR




A closed door.
What could be on the other side?
Should we knock?
Is the house deserted?
Is someone waiting inside?
Linda and her friends knock on the door.
It opens on its own.
No one is there to greet them.
A red carpeted staircase protected by gargoyles.
A long hallway lit by candles.
They step inside.
This is their first mistake.


THE DEAD GAME 

THE REAL ME

This is the real me.

Behind the mask.

I may seem bright and happy,

but underneath I’m deadly.

Deadly serious about

those who provoke me.

Keep your distance from me

and from all of THE DEAD.

For we do not make friends.

Only enemies.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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HIDDEN

HIDDEN

I walk among the living at day.
They do not hear I word that I say.
They believe I’m alive like them,
But I’m stronger than any men.
I can run like the wind through the trees,
Flying through the sky faster than bees.
At day my true self is hidden away.
People think I might be a little fay.
At night I walk the earth with the others.
They are as close to me as my brothers.
I’m more powerful than The Dead are.
To find me you don’t have to search far.
Who am I? you might ask.
I might take you to task.
Then you will be in hell forever more.
Be careful before you open that door.

THE DEAD GAME

DEAD GAMES TO PLAY

metalheadx-x: Coming to get ya by BROWN73 Edited by metalheadx-x


DEAD GAMES TO PLAY

Let’s have some fun.
The game is on.
Too late to run
From The Dead Game.

Keep your eyes open wide
As the darkness surrounds.
There is no place to hide
In this small town of ours.

Maybe some hide and seek.
A deck of cards or two.
I might give you a peek
At the games we will play.

Come one, come all,
The Dead now chant.
To our town hall,
Cursing who can’t.

THE DEAD GAME
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Nook
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WHAT’S FOR DINNER?

shiningdaisy:

The Sounds of Halloween (1977)

A spirit is rising from the smoke.
Go over and give it a poke.
And see if it’s alive or dead.
Even the cats can feel the dread.
Let’s dance around the fire.
You don’t want the witches’ ire.
Or you might become their dinner.
And then who would be the winner?

THE WITCHES’ BREW