My dreams haunt me.
They torment me each night.
They follow me,
Giving my heart a fright.
I’ve put my demons in my book
To ease my troubled mind.
Why don’t you take a closer look,
And see what you can find?
BOOK OF NIGHTMARES
terrors
WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
A school for peculiar children.
How peculiar was peculiar at that time?
Were these children murderers?
Psychopaths?
They sat around a circle.
Doing what?
Terrifying each other?
Or were they terrified
of their teachers?
Imagine the horrors.
Imagine the sadness
between these walls.
No wonder it closed down.
Where are these children now?
AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL
The guests are dancing
between frozen statues.
Statues of ice.
Sad expressions for eternity.
Why do they appear alive?
Tears flowing down
their frosty cheeks.
Tears that appear wet.
This glass house holds terrors.
Beneath the music and gaiety
lies an undercurrent of evil.
Time to leave this fake paradise.
To leave the perfect guests.
To escape if one can.
Escape this deadly game
of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
Would you walk alone in
a cemetery at night?
With the mist swaying
and the wind moaning.
Shadows appearing before you
and then behind you.
Are they leading you somewhere or
following in your hesitant footsteps?
A statue looms in the distance.
A very tall statue.
Taller than any of the
gravestones or mausoleums.
Now the statue is moving,
coming closer to me.
Time to run!
Walking in a graveyard at night
didn’t turn out to be such a good idea.
Ouch!
It scratched me!
SUSANNE LEIST 