A door to your dreams,
And if you’re not careful,
It can lead to your downfall.

All you have to do is open it.
And then walk through.
Your imagination does the rest.

The villagers explain about the door
To their captive audience.
A captive audience surrounded
On all sides by strangers.

Linda backs away from the door.
She could feel eyes boring holes
Into the back of her head.
They have to leave this strange place.

Her friends stand as still as the cold air.
Eyes wide open in pale faces.
They can’t believe in such nonsense.
Can they?

A plain door sitting in a plain diner.
A little girl stands up and runs through the doorway
Into the lights and sounds of a carnival.
A clown hands the girl a balloon.

The village mayor turns to smile at them.
The girl returns with a red balloon
Trailing along behind her.
She runs into the mayor’s arms.

What game are they playing?
We should have escaped
When we had the chance.

Linda doesn’t like to play games.




door knocker

     A small, petite, middle-aged woman with kind brown eyes and short brown hair, dressed in a conservative pin-striped blue suit, with low black heels, came over to greet them. “Hi! My name is Irene Moore and I’m the mayor of this village. When the killings began some years back in Oasis, Leanne approached me, explaining the situation between the good vampires and The Dead. She told us that it might take some years to destroy all the wicked vampires in town. She offered us a way for us to escape the atrocities that were happening too frequently around us.”

     “We accepted her offer. She gave us this door, which opened to any fantasy that the person opening the door wanted to imagine. Whoever walked through the doorway was safe from any violent storm or attack on our village,” continued a tall brown-haired man.

     “This is my husband, Jack. He is also the village’s sheriff. He is the one who makes sure that whoever walks through the door comes out again safely.”

     “What if a person decides to imagine a horrific scene instead of a fantasy?” David asked.

     “Why do you ask such silly questions?” Mike turned to David.

     “It isn’t a silly question, because I do have to make sure the scene is peaceful before anyone crosses the threshold. Someone had to remain behind to watch over the door while the villagers escaped through the doorway. It was a huge responsibility that I’m happy is finally over,” Jack said.

     “Why is it over?” Todd asked.

     “Leanne informed us today that we are finally free of The Dead and their evil games, so we won’t need to escape any longer. We were just coming here to see our door for the last time. Our daughter, Cindy, wanted one more fantasy before it was gone for good,” Jack said with a smile.

     Cindy’s laughter could be heard tinkling merrily through the open door. It was the laugh of a young girl who was happy and carefree. That is what Shana wanted for the town and this village: a lifetime full of joy and challenges and many happy endings.

     Irene called to her daughter that it was time for her to return. Cindy waved goodbye to her new friends at the carnival and ran back through the doorway to her mother.

     She said to everyone, clustered around her at the diner, “That was fun. I will miss the magic door.”

     Irene bent down and picked up her daughter. “You will have many more adventures in life that will be real, but it will be fun to remember the fairy-tale adventures that we had behind the door. Now go out and play with your friends.”

     Cindy ran out to play. Shana looked across the street and noticed other children also running out to play in the park. These children didn’t need fairy tales, since they had a very beautiful life right here in their village.

     “I agree,” said Leanne who appeared behind Shana.  Shana turned around and also recognized Reece and Diane in the crowd.

     “I forget that you can read minds,” Shana said.

     “Sorry, we were just arriving to remove the door.”

     “Could we have a door just like that in our town?” David asked Leanne.

     “Don’t act silly,” Mike said.

     “Don’t correct me anymore. If you aren’t happy with Louise and me being a couple, then go find different friends.”

     “I’m sorry, I guess I was feeling left out. I’ll leave you both alone if you want.”

     “I want you to be friends with both of us. Just lay off of me a little.”

     “See. You don’t need a magical door to find happiness. You could find it within yourselves and with the people around you. You just have to open your eyes and your heart to the possibilities.”

     With that said, Leanne disappeared with Reece and Diane and the magical door.

     The villagers began dispersing, while waving goodbye to their new friends from town. Irene and her husband thanked them for coming and sharing the special experience with them. The couple briskly walked out of the diner into the brilliant sunshine, hand in hand.








     The streets of the village were empty of cars or people. Fallen autumn leaves swirled in mounds around the deserted sidewalks. All was quiet except for the soulful moaning of the trade winds coming off the ocean.

     The two cars pulled up in front of the diner.

     “I hope nothing has happened to them,” Shana said as she climbed out of Sam’s car.

     “What could possibly have happened to them? All the years our town was under attack, they’ve been living peacefully. It was almost if they were immune to all the chaos happening around them,” Mike said.

     Shana said, “We should begin at the diner. The last time we visited, most of the town was gathered there: eating and gossiping.”

     They entered the diner with Shana in the lead. The diner was packed with people to overflowing. There weren’t enough seats for everyone, so most people were standing in the aisles. They weren’t noticed as they quietly stood behind the crowd of people at the front door.

     All the villagers were looking at the same thing: at the door behind the diner’s long counter. The door was open, and Shana could see a colorful and noisy carnival on the other side. She knew that there couldn’t be a carnival outside the diner; however, the scene looked so real that she could even see a Ferris wheel turning. Then a little girl from the diner walked through the doorway to become part of the scene; she ran to the clown who handed her a large red balloon.

     Shana’s surprised gasp caused the villagers to turn around and stare at her. She knew that she’d been spotted, so she just smiled.

     Rose walked over to welcome her and her friends to their village. ”I know that this looks strange, but it is totally harmless. This is how we’ve dealt with the tragic events that have occurred around us.”

     “Is the scene outside real or a figment of our imagination?” Shana asked in wonder.

     “It’s both. First, a person imagines a peaceful scene. Once he opens the door, he walks into the fantasy world of his own choosing. Whoever walks through that door with him or her will experience that same adventure.”

     “How could that happen? Are you witches, or supernatural beings?” Shana asked.







Let’s take a walk.

Down the path

covered in flowers.

Down the stairs

to the beach.

Can you feel the ocean breeze?

Can you smell the flowers?

The sun rides high in the sky.

My mood is riding as high.

Let’s not stop.

Let’s keep walking.

Fisherman are bringing in their catch.

Seagulls circle around them.

Searching for any scraps of fish.

Can you smell the fish?

A unique aroma.

Let’s sit down and

watch the waves,

lapping at the shore.

At this moment,

life feels perfect.

Life is perfect.





A door opens in Oasis that can lead

to anywhere that you might imagine.

It needs a gatekeeper to ensure

your safe return.

The residents of the quaint fishing

village have kept this door guarded

and a dark secret for many years.

Be careful what you dream,

for reality might not match

your dreams or your wildest expectations.








What secrets are buried in Oasis, Florida? Who lives in the quaint gingerbread house and who are they watching?

Anna led them across the front room, which was furnished with antique couches and chairs. To the right, Linda stole a quick glimpse of the dining room with its beautiful crystal chandelier and large dining room set. On the left, she had already seen the quaint living room with its flowery curtains and ornate antique furniture.
They climbed the narrow staircase, which was set back behind the front desk. At the top, Linda looked around and was startled to find that the house was much larger inside than it had appeared from the outside. As they followed the long hallway, they were shown five bedrooms: each with its own unique color scheme and furniture. The first room on the right was done all in pink with white and gold furniture. Toys were scattered about the room with dolls lined up on the bed—as if the inhabitant was expected to return at any moment.
The room to the immediate left was decorated in blue, with boys’ dark furniture and toys. The next two bedrooms, on either side of the hallway, also displayed children’s furniture and belongings: one with green furnishings and the other one with purple. The last bedroom, straight ahead, belonged to Abe and Anna.
Linda was entranced by the rooms and all the furnishings. When Anna requested for them to visit the attic, Linda agreed. She hoped the attic was full of old clothes and items from the past.
They climbed a narrow staircase that descended from a trap door in the hall’s ceiling. They discovered the attic to be bare, except for the lone rocking chair that was facing the gravel road leading out of town. Linda walked over to gaze out the small triangular window, when the chair began to rock by itself.
Anna said, “Everyone in the family takes turns watching the supposedly deserted mansion down the dirt road, and End House at the edge of the dark mountain. Both spots can be clearly seen from this vantage point.”
Linda realized that this meant that someone was actually sitting in the chair—right at that moment— causing it to start rocking. She didn’t ask any more questions, but just grabbed Shana’s arm and pulled her out of the room, bidding the couple a hasty goodbye. She didn’t think that she could remain in this unnatural house one moment longer without either screaming or pulling her hair out. She was freaking out over the house and the strange story that she’d been just told.


The town is under siege.<br /> The moon is rising above the raging waters.<br /> The residents of Oasis must find shelter.<br /> The deserted streets are being pummeled by the storm.<br /> The Town Hall is waiting for them with open doors.<br /> What is waiting for them inside?<br /> Only The Dead know.<br /> The Dead Game by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881</p> <p>

The town is under siege.

The moon is rising above the raging waters.

The residents of Oasis must find shelter.

The deserted streets are being pummeled by the storm.

The Town Hall is waiting for them with open doors.

What is waiting for them inside?

Only The Dead know.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist