End House explodes,
shattering from within.
The house groans
as it topples into the sea.
Leaving no trace behind,
no evidence of its existence,
its wicked mark on mankind.
Gone for good,
or so we hope
and with it,
THE DEAD GAME
ALONE IN A CEMETERY
The mist paints a grey.
Hissing winds sound fey.
The trees sway in tune
Under the blue moon.
With long robes, they sweep toward me.
Darker shadows they cannot be.
A statue looms in the distance.
I cannot offer resistance.
An angel turns her face to me.
A wicked grin for all to see.
Her white wings spread wide.
Time for me to hide.
The Dead are coming to this place.
The moon trembles and bows its face.
Thunder stikes a chord in the distance.
No one can mount a strong resistance.
Lightning sizzles and dances in place.
Soon red and yellow strikes join the race.
I can see them returning in force.
Wolf is riding in on a black horse.
He leads his army to town.
He’s wearing a wicked frown.
I know he’s searching for me.
Quiet as a mouse I’ll be.
But soon he finds my hiding place.
Blaring trumpets pick up his pace.
Time has come to a sudden stop.
He stares at me from bottom to top.
He wants me for his frozen bride.
Too late for me to run or hide.
I stand up straight to meet him.
You could hear a dropping pin.
He takes me into his arms for a kiss.
But all I want to do is yell and hiss.
I don’t want to be one of The Dead.
I walk behind him with growing dread.
The battle lines have been drawn.
And I’m merely Wolf’s small pawn.
I pray Todd saves me instead
From a fate much worse than dead.
THE DEAD GAME continues…
You are sound asleep.
You wake up.
You feel someone watching you.
You look around the room.
No one is there.
There are shadows and moonlight.
But no one.
You look over at the shelves.
Shelves across the room.
Eyes are watching you.
They are glowing white.
Who do they belong to?
The creepy doll on the shelf.
Why did you save it?
You have no ready answer.
You get up to walk to the doll.
The room lengthens and widens.
You are walking toward the doll.
But you are not getting any closer.
You hear laughter coming from
the spot where she sits.
Demonic laughter that chills your soul.
You try to walk.
But your feet are stuck to the floor.
Are you in a nightmare?
Or are you a new toy for the doll from hell?
It laughs again.
THE DEAD GAME
Once the sun sets, The Dead walk the earth. Visit Oasis, Florida and join The Dead at their wicked parties. Who will be alive next morning? Come and find out.
MY NIGHTMARE COME TO LIFE.
THAT IS WHY I PUT A CLOWN IN ONE OF MY CHARACTER’S NIGHTMARES.
I SHOULDN’T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO SUFFERS.