THE LONE ECHO

 

 

THE STAIRCASE

 

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I  hear children’s voices

as they dash to their classes.

I hear their shouts

as they run to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces

but only hear their voices.

All I can see is the empty staircase,

the lone echo of my childhood.

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THE EVIL STAIRCASE

 

 

THE EVIL STAIRCASE

No one answers our knock.

The front door drifts open.

I step into the dark hallway.

My friends close behind.

A dark staircase looms above us.

Gargoyles stand guard along its banisters.

Lights flicker from the right hallway.

A cold draft hits our left shoulders.

What should we do?

Read The Dead Game to find out.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

HELP

FALLING
I climb down from a great height
As I fight with all my might.
The creatures swipe hard at me
As I climb down to the sea.
I must escape this dark place
As demons fly in my face.
They fly through the sky
And hit me from up high.
Who are these...

 

FALLING

I climb down from a great height

As I fight with all my might.

The creatures swipe hard at me

As I climb down to the sea.

I must escape this dark place

As demons fly in my face.

They fly through the sky

And hit me from up high.

Who are these demons from hell?

Their features I cannot tell.

I fall to the rocks below.

“Help” is all I can bellow.

THE DEAD GAME

 

DOWN BELOW

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Light the candles.

Follow me through

the empty corridors.

Past dark rooms.

Down a long flight of stairs.

To the dungeons below.

Where shadows await us.

Waiting for company.

To wile away their empty hours.

Perhaps a game or two for us to play.

A game to lighten their boredom.

A pool of water appears before us.

Cages descend from above.

Their pointy edges facing us.

Circular saws soon follow.

What kind of hell are we in?

What kind of game are we playing?

Come closer to find out.

The Dead love to play.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE TOWER

 

 

A tower slim and tall.

What evil might befall?

I could now climb up there.

Without a thought or care.

It’s narrow and dark inside.

And nowhere at all to hide.

The windows let in some light.

But not much up to this height.

I’ve finally reached the top room.

I feel like I’m about to swoon.

I climbed the steep stairs much too fast.

I’m happy I’ve left this to last.

White dust covers the floor.

There seems to be much more.

Skulls and bones are in the middle.

I’m now in a pretty pickle.

If I don’t leave here fast.

I’ll be part of the past.

A shadow rises in the room.

The end has come for me too soon.

TOGETHER FOREVER

Run away with me ❤

 

 

Come run away with me.

Down the stairs to the sea.

We’ll take a fast ship.

Champagne we will sip.

Leave our troubles behind.

New ones we’re sure to find.

We’ll be together forever.

To me you will always tether.

Rocky waves are waiting ahead.

But with me you will make your bed.

 

CANDLELIGHT

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FOLLOW THE CANDLES
The candles will light your way through End House.
The house may look deserted but there is a host.
He will play his evil game once all the guests have arrived.
Will any live? Will any die?
It is too soon to tell.
The night has only just begun.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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FOLLOW THE CANDLES

 

The candles will light your way through End House.

The house may look deserted but there is a host.

He will play his evil game once all the guests have arrived.

Will any live? Will any die?

It is too soon to tell.

The night has only just begun.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 9

The house is evil.
Its windows like eyes
That watch our every move.
Its doors like arms
That try to hold us in.
 
We’ve come this far.
We cannot give up.
An easy escape this is not.
There’s no going back now.

A steep staircase waits for no one,
Its wooden railing broken and useless.
A throbbing sea waits for them below.
More victims to bob on its choppy waves.

Louise is determined to overcome the odds.
She cannot wait for Mike and David. 
Time has almost run out.
She tries the first step with her foot.
It creaks and crumbles away.

The winds kick up their legs
In their nightly dance.
They howl in glee
As the music picks up its pace.

The house intensifies its attacks.
With the winds
Come flying creatures.
Creatures from hell
With murder in their yellow eyes.

Louise feels talons pulling on her hair.
Shrieks fill the night sky.
They have no choice but down.
A cloud of darkness descends,
Its claws ready to grab hold of her.

She jumps over the first step.
The second one holds her weight.
Down she goes into the night.
The fog hides the remaining stairs.
But down she goes,
For she has no other choice.

Cries from her friends
Follow her in the darkness
Until she hits rock bottom.
Soft sand cushions her fall.

Time is running out.
She must make it back to town.
Leaving her friends,
She flees for her life.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

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THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we are locked in its basement.
We’ve already made it through 
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way out but forward.

Three closed doors are standing before us.
The horrors behind the first two doors 
Had almost killed us.
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
It’s dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.

Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape
From this hell hole.

He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.

The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He’s found a door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks…

Their journey has only just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I could still hear children’s voices

as they run up the stairs to classes.

I hear shouts as they run down

into the basement for lunch.

But I can’t see their faces.

I can only hear their voices.

All I see is the staircase,

waiting for me.

If I go back there, will

the dream go away?

Will new faces and voices

replace the old ones?

I’m too afraid to find out.

I don’t want new nightmares

to pile on top of the old ones.

So I’ll just go to sleep, and

dream about my empty staircase.