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

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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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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

 

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 155

THE DEAD GAME  -- DAY 155

In the blink of an eye, Wolf had Linda in his strong arms. She hadn’t realized that anyone so big could move so quickly. He was gazing down at her longingly, while she, in turn, was completely mesmerized by his black eyes and handsome face. He kissed her powerfully on the lips, causing her to experience so many deep and unsettled feelings that she felt like she was going to pass out. If he hadn’t been holding her, she was sure she would have fallen to the ground.
It felt as if there were only the two of them in the world: everyone else was disappearing in a soft, hazy mist; her friends were drifting far away; she could see their shadows fading in the distance. Where was Todd? Had he deserted her? Did she now belong to Wolf? A deep part of her still held on to Todd—refusing to leave him for a true vampire. But she couldn’t think: her mind was becoming too foggy. She wanted to yell out “Help me” but her mouth wouldn’t work. She was drifting off into a deep sleep that she feared could last forever.
“Come and see my little friends!” Wolf said while directing the rest of them to the edge of the clear glass floor that covered the tank of alligators. Waving his hand over the floor, the glass slowly dissolved into the water. The creatures were now right below them—without the protection of the glass floor—hungrily staring up at them.
“Be careful that you don’t fall in, or you’ll be dinner.” Wolf laughed at his own crude joke. “Come closer and get a better look at my sweet babies.”
The three humans remained close together.
“I can make you move against your will, but the consequences would be much direr for you,” said Wolf, enjoying their discomfort, while holding a semi-conscious Linda against his muscular body.
While Wolf was busy being enthralled by Linda, Todd made his appearance. He quickly took in the whole scene: Mike, David, and Shana huddled in fear at the edge of the floor, Linda lying limp and lifeless in Wolf’s arms. He was going to kill Wolf by ripping him apart, limb by limb, from his traitorous body. No one was going to hurt Linda on his watch. With a snarl, he ran at Wolf, knocking him to the ground and in doing so, successfully freed Linda from his strong grasp.
Anger had propelled him with superhuman strength; however, his victory was very short-lived. Wolf was swiftly up again and ready for battle. He roared, revealing his long sharp fangs. Todd found himself in a choke hold, his head hanging over the edge of the tanks, close to the jaws of the snapping alligators.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

CHANTING IN THE WARM BREEZE

Chanting could be heard in the warm breeze.<br /> A breeze that blows in from the ocean and<br /> smooths the white sand.<br /> A breeze that feels like the soft flutter of<br /> a rose petal against your skin.<br /> Where is the chanting coming from?<br /> Who is doing the chanting?<br /> What do we only hear it at night?<br /> Are spells being cast in Oasis?<br /> Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.<br /> THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist</p> <p>http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

Chanting could be heard in the warm breeze.

A breeze that blows in from the ocean and

smooths the white sand.

A breeze that feels like the soft flutter of

a rose petal against your skin.

Where is the chanting coming from?

Who is doing the chanting?

What do we only hear it at night?

Are spells being cast in Oasis?

Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

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