BLOOD

1 Nights come alive

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water
And much more intense
As it trickles and oozes as it pleases.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

I can’t escape the
Fingers crawling down the walls
And circling around me.

My only recourse is escape
From the walls caving in
As I tunnel my way out.

I want to be free from the evil
Destroying me from within,
Free from the despair and agony.

THE DEAD GAME

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IT’S BEGUN

 

tunnel

 

The staircase gives way.
Linda slides into its deadly grasp.
A tunnel envelopes her.
Hands reach out for her.

Will I reach the bottom?
Is there even a bottom to this madness?
Who lives beneath End House?
Will I become one of them?

Into the unyielding darkness 
Comes the cry, “Stop!”
Linda looks up to find Todd and Shana,
Clinging to the rocky walls.

The staircase reappears.
They climb to the front door.
Linda pulls on the handle.
It won’t budge.

“Open!” echoes in the hallway.
At Todd’s command,
The door opens for them.
The house pushes them out,
Slamming the door behind them.

Too terrified to glance back at Todd,
Linda races ahead to the car.
I can’t believe I was actually
Falling for him.

Linda’s problems have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

A PLAINTIVE ECHO

Open the door.<br /> Step inside.<br /> The darkness is beckoning you.<br /> Calling you to walk in.<br /> Welcome! Glad you’re here!<br /> Follow the flickering candles.<br /> They will lead you to untold pleasures.<br /> Do you hear the music?<br /> A party is waiting for you in the drawing room.<br /> Don’t be afraid. Peek in.<br /> Do you see the dancers?<br /> Twirling around and around.<br /> You can see through them? Can’t you?<br /> That’s because they’re transparent.<br /> An echo from the past.<br /> Those who lived here before.<br /> And now they inhabit the air.<br /> Their spirits live in these dark rooms.<br /> Now you can join them<br /> and live here forever!<br /> A story that can be told<br /> just by looking at the closed door<br /> and opening the door in your mind.

“Open the door and

Step inside.

The darkness beckons to you.

Welcome!” 

The wind sighs its plaintive plea.

Cold air swooshes past my face.

Do you hear the music?

A party is waiting for you in the drawing room.

Don’t be afraid.

Peek in.

Can you see the dancers?

Twirling around and around.

You can see through them? 

Can’t you?

That’s because they’re transparent,

An echo from the distant past.

Those who lived here before

Who now inhabit this old house.”

A gowned figure of a woman turns to me.

The flesh slowly shrivels from her body,

Leaving behind a skeleton of bones.

She cackles,  You can now join us.”

Her hand reaches for me.

I turn to flee.

The windows and doors snap shut.

I jiggle the door handle.

Locked.

Trapped in the deep recesses

of my mind.

No escape.

 

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

blackoutraven Kingdom Hearts
BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
Can you feel your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water,
in the basement of End House,
wearing your party...

 

blackoutraven   Kingdom Hearts

 

BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

Can you feel your heart beating?

Is it beating too fast?

Do you feel trapped?

That is because you are.

You’re standing in a pool of water,

in the basement of End House,

wearing your party clothes.

There is a party,

but no host or guests.

The door behind you locks shut.

The only way is forward,

through the falling cages

with their sharp edges,

ready to ensnare their next victim.

Circular saws begin to descend,

looking for heads to slice off.

Run!

Run for your life!

The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE DEAD GAME — BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 for us 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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A PUFF OF SMOKE

A puff of smoke.
A flicker of light.
Life is sweet.
Life is memorable.
Life is short.
Life is fleeting.
Gone in a puff of smoke.
Don’t close your eyes.
Keep them wide open.
Dangers are lurking everywhere.
Poof!
A life is gone.
Is it yours?
Only THE...

 

A puff of smoke.

A flicker of light.

Life is sweet.

Life is memorable.

Life is short.

Life is fleeting.

Gone in a puff of smoke.

Don’t close your eyes.

Keep them wide open.

Dangers are lurking everywhere.

Poof!

A life is gone.

Is it yours?

Only THE DEAD

have the power.

Only THE DEAD

hold the cure.

Only THE DEAD

know who’s next.

THE DEAD GAME

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SHACKLES OF GREEN

sweetd3lights:
“  By Iñaki Dominguez
”
Green grows deep in the forest,
Slithering up the tall trees,
Digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
Yearning to free itself
From the shackles of green,
Tethered to its arms and...

 

sweetd3lights:

By Iñaki Dominguez

 

Green grows deep in the forest,

Slithering up the tall trees,

Digging holes in the brown earth.

The earth rumbles and quakes,

Yearning to free itself

From the shackles of green,

Tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is slathered in the lime color

As a mist of green encircles us all.