THE DEAD LOVE THE NIGHT

THE DEAD LOVE THE NIGHT

flowersgardenlove:</p> <p>Flowers are blooming in Oasis, Florida,<br /> around the pretty gazebo in the park,<br /> and along the picturesque sidewalks of town.<br /> Tourists are sunning themselves on the<br /> pool deck at the Oasis Hotel,<br /> or shopping at the quaint stores on Main Street.<br /> Oasis is beautiful and peaceful during the day,<br /> but at night the town turns into a dark haven,<br /> harboring deadly secrets and murder.<br /> THE DEAD love the night.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist</p> <p>

flowersgardenlove:

Flowers are blooming in Oasis, Florida,

around the pretty gazebo in the park,

and along the picturesque sidewalks of town.

Tourists are sunning themselves on the

pool deck at the Oasis Hotel,

or shopping at the quaint stores on Main Street.

Oasis is beautiful and peaceful during the day,

but at night the town turns into a dark haven,

harboring deadly secrets and murder.

THE DEAD love the night.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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EVIL IN OASIS

WHAT EVIL LIES IN OASIS?

How could evil exist in a perfect paradise?<br /> The town of Oasis is famous for its sunshine,<br /> picturesque streets, and white-sand beaches.<br /> Yet evil haunts the streets at night.<br /> Dark shadows stalk the innocent residents.<br /> Tourists disappear from the fancy Oasis Hotel.<br /> In the center of it all, lies End House, with<br /> its long, dark history of disappearances.<br /> Who is responsible for the evil that has<br /> been kept hidden in Oasis?<br /> Who or what has taken over the town<br /> and has the people terrified to come out at night?<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

How could evil exist in a perfect paradise?

The town of Oasis is famous for its sunshine,

picturesque streets, and white-sand beaches.

Yet evil haunts the streets at night.

Dark shadows stalk the innocent residents.

Tourists disappear from the fancy Oasis Hotel.

In the center of it all, lies End House, with

its long, dark history of disappearances.

Who is responsible for the evil that has

been kept hidden in Oasis?

Who or what has taken over the town

and has the people terrified to come out at night?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Why does the house beckon to us<br /> even when we know of its evil history?<br /> Families tend to disappear from End House.<br /> So why are we going there?<br /> Can anything good come out of this<br /> besides our own deaths?<br /> But yet, we are still going.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Why does the house beckon to us

even when we know of its evil history?

Families tend to disappear from End House.

So why are we going there?

Can anything good come out of this

besides our own deaths?

But yet, we are still going.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

  • End House stands quiet and waiting for us.<br /> A party is supposed to be thrown in our honor.<br /> But no one appears to be home.<br /> There’s no host or guests to greet us.<br /> There are only two lines of candles,<br /> one leading up the main staircase<br /> and the other leading down the right hallway.<br /> Which direction should we choose?<br /> Should we split up or remain together?<br /> See what happens next in THE DEAD GAME.<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

End House stands quiet and waiting for us.

A party is supposed to be thrown in our honor.

But no one appears to be home.

There’s no host or guests to greet us.

There are only two lines of candles,

one leading up the main staircase

and the other leading down the right hallway.

Which direction should we choose?

Should we split up or remain together?

See what happens next in THE DEAD GAME.

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HAVING A VISION<br /> I enter the bookstore.<br /> It’s cold and dark inside.<br /> I turn on the lights.<br /> Stacks of bookcases are<br /> revealed in the dim light.<br /> I draw the drapes covering the windows.<br /> The Florida sun flows in, directing its<br /> bright glow on the deserted store.<br /> I can envision couches and chairs<br /> between the huge corner windows,<br /> and a counter by the front door to<br /> serve my pastries and coffee.<br /> Yes, it was all coming alive to me.<br /> A perfect bookstore/ coffee shop.<br /> I can see a peaceful future for me<br /> in the seaside town of Oasis.<br /> Little did I know or suspect that otherworldly<br /> plans were taking place at the same time as mine.<br /> And these plans were in no way as<br /> peaceful and innocent as mine.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://amzn.com/1478704489<br /> http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

HAVING A VISION

I enter the bookstore.

It’s cold and dark inside.

I turn on the lights.

Stacks of bookcases are

revealed in the dim light.

I draw the drapes covering the windows.

The Florida sun flows in, directing its

bright glow on the deserted store.

I can envision couches and chairs

between the huge corner windows,

and a counter by the front door to

serve my pastries and coffee.

Yes, it was all coming alive to me.

A perfect bookstore/ coffee shop.

I can see a peaceful future for me

in the seaside town of Oasis.

Little did I know or suspect that otherworldly

plans were taking place at the same time as mine.

And these plans were in no way as

peaceful and innocent as mine.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://amzn.com/1478704489

http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 101

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Linda and Shana hadn’t remained in their apartments, like Todd had requested, but were driving to the small, peaceful fishing village.

As Shana drove along the cobbled road, Linda thought about how much she loved visiting the pretty village. It was nestled in lush green shrubbery, alongside a busy dock with fishing boats going in and out for the day’s catch. The houses were beautiful with large gardens and backyards, complete with patios and swimming pools. Each house was painted a different color of the rainbow.

The village was only a half a mile from the Oasis Hotel, but the two places seemed miles apart in lifestyles. The hotel catered to the rich of Oasis and to very wealthy tourists, whereas the village seemed more down to earth: kids playing in the street and laundry hanging in the backyards.

The village offered many unique stores for tourists. The town square had gift shops, boutiques, and a large assortment of antique stores. The remaining stores—such as the diner, grocery store, hardware store, and gas station—were popular with the villagers.

In the center of the square was a park with tall trees, a huge grass lawn, white painted benches, and a colorful playground. Kids could be seen playing in the playground, while people were out walking their dogs or just standing around socializing under the shady trees.

They parked their car in front of the diner, which appeared to be very busy, with a constant stream of customers entering and exiting through its front door. This was as good a place as any other, decided Linda, for them to begin their investigation.

As they walked from their car, they were enveloped in the sweet smell of flowers from the colorful rose bushes lining the busy sidewalks. Large trees provided shade for the pretty white benches along the stone pathways. It was a sunny day, so many people were strolling by the shops—many with ice cream cones cradled in their hands.

Since it was already noon, the diner was full of customers: mothers with babies, men taking lunch breaks, and teenagers hanging out in groups. Most of the orange and green vinyl padded booths were already taken. Bright sunshine sparkled through the clear windows, directing its glare on the animated faces of the diner’s patrons.

The diner appeared to be a cheerful place. But then Linda noticed that all the diners were staring at them. It had been very noisy when they’d first entered, but it had turned much quieter once they’d settled into a booth. Linda thought again of the dividing line in town between the older and newer residents. This time there seemed to be an imaginary line dividing this village and their town.