THE NIGHT

The night caters to our whims.

It caters to our deepest fears.

Our nightmares come alive.

They stalk us in our sleep.

They follow us back into our rooms.

To stalk us in the night.

They wait behind the closed door.

Should I open it?

Let them in?

Why not?

They are my closest friends.

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LOST IN THE PARK

 

 

I am lost in the park.

Footsteps squish in the dark.

I fear the dark night.

The moon at its height.

I’m soaked to the bone.

I lost my cell phone.

He is coming near.

Footfalls I can hear.

I hide behind a willow tree.

You can’t imagine what I see.

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THE MIST

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THE MIST

The mist follows close at my heels,

Relentless in its pursuit of me.

Tall trees block my escape from this forest,

Trapping the sunlight amidst their leaves.

A trap waits for me at every turn,

Poison ivy and open holes among the lot.

I refuse to be trapped by the evil one,

The one who desires me most of all.

I will break free from his unearthly grasp,

His icy grip clutching me too close.

He might be the leader of The Dead,

But he will never be my mate for life.

I must make a run for it now,

For any later will be too late.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD ARE FOLLOWING ME

The nights are deadly.
Dark shadows stalk me.
I can’t escape them.
One is following me right now
From the party at End House.
The party to end all parties.
A deserted house filled

with traps and revolving rooms.
Just when I thought I was safe,
I have one of them chasing me.
I can hear its footsteps  behind me.
I can feel its hot breath on my neck.
I must keep running.
The wind flings leaves and dirt
at my already battered face.
I must not stop.
I keep running.
THE DEAD take no prisoners.

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 45

Do my eyes deceive me?
Can this be true?
A creature is stalking me
Through the dark streets of town.

Eyes black as night.
Cries as soft as the wind.
Sharp claws tapping a sad melody.
It draws closer to me still.

The mansion’s gates yawn open for me.
My feet leave tracks in the mud.
Handprints where I fall in my haste.
Salty tears on the rocks.

The mansion waits in its dark glory
For the innocent and weary.
It sheds its shell like a caterpillar,
But no butterfly does it become.

The creature gains ground.
Stalking in its feline way.
Whiskers in the wind,
Leading its way to me.

One last stumble for me.
My knees graze the rocks.
My fingers climb the steps,
Digging deep into the dirt.

I turn one last time.
The dark one stands up.
Becoming taller and straighter.
On two feet it stands tall.

Its yellow eyes glimmer black.
No whiskers to follow my scent.
White skin for black fur.
Laughter falls from its lips.

He has come for me one last time.
He walks on muscled legs.
Sure and strong is his gait.
For no more does he crawl.

“Come to me!” he says.
“No more games for us to play.”
His hand reaches for mine
As I wait for this game to end.

“I refuse to belong to you.”
My voice shakes in despair.
I will not be a follower
Of The Dead and long gone.

The house swallows me whole.
I am hidden inside its walls.
A maze of rooms for shelter.
Darkness to shield me from harm.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 43

The moon lowers its head in defeat.
Blood on its white hands,
Mirrored in the ocean below.

How could it have known
That night brings with it shadows?
Dark shadows of death and sorrow.

The night walkers move in silence.
Creeping along the white sand
And through the dark forest.

Night brings its own baggage,
Its own dark clothes and weapons.
Blood glistening from its fangs.

Where can I hide from the night?
The sand leaves my footsteps
And the air holds my scent.

The shadows leave no footsteps.
No sounds or sighs.
Silence walks in its wake.

But I can sense its power.
Like fingers raking through my hair,
Hot breath on the back of my neck.

I’ve reached a dead end.
End House stands before me,
In all its evil and darkness.

I will join the others inside.
We will fight to the death
To rid the town of night’s evil.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

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WHO WALKS THE NIGHT?

Who walks the night?
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I can see dark shadows lurking.
Eerie lights flickering near the tombstones.
Too much activity for a place of death.
Too many shadows for a few headstones.

Who walks the night?
Night should be a time for reflection.
A time for silence.
When you could hear your own thoughts.
Your own heart pounding.
Not a time for dark shadows and footsteps.

Who walks the night?
The Dead do.
They wait for the moonlight.
They wait for the darkness.
Then they appear in all their glory.
Keepers of the night.
Phantoms of the night.

Who walks the night?
Not us anymore.
For soon we will be the next victims.
The next to fall prey to The Dead.
We shouldn’t have walked past the cemetery.
I hear footsteps.
Moving closer.

THE DEAD GAME


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THEY HAUNT ME

THEY HAUNT ME

I wake up at night
And see sunflowers.
They chase me through
The house during the day.
They haunt me.

Are they real?
They have evil faces,
Leering grins,
And arms reaching for me.
They haunt me.

I must pack my bags.
I must leave this house.
And leave the sunflowers behind
To torment someone else.
They haunt me.

THE DEAD GAME


PARADISE IN OASIS

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PARADISE IN OASIS

There’s paradise in Oasis, Florida.
Sun-drenched beaches by day,
Moonlight beaches by night,
A paradise to be shared by all.
Come and enjoy the sleepy nights.
The cooling sea breezes that
Bring mysterious shadows.
Dark shadows that walk
The deserted streets of town.
All is quiet.
All is dark.
Except for the footsteps.
Who goes there?
We ask behind our closed shutters.
No one answers.
Only footsteps.
Who will be alive come morning?
Only The Dead know.

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THE HUNT

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THE HUNT

It first comes slowly.
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.
To encompass all.