My mind is foggy today.
I need to clear the cobwebs.
Throw out the excess garbage.
The bad thoughts.
All to the wind.
And think of a pretty place.
Where the birds chirp and play.
Where the mountains soar high.
Where windows bring in the light.
I can lift my face to the sun.
To the beauty of life.
To the smell of grass.
To the puffy white clouds.
I’m there right now.
Come and join me.
Faust (1926), dir. F. W. Murnau
They’re coming in for a fight.
Creatures from near and far.
All descending on one small town.
Oasis, Florida, will fall tonight.
Linda and her friends run to the Town Hall.
They hope for shelter from the storm.
Soon the tall windows will shatter.
The bricks crumble to the ground.
The Father holds tight to his grimoire.
Will he be able to save the residents?
THE DEAD GAME
He is watching the town.
Peeking into the windows.
Shadowing the residents.
Waiting for the right moment.
For his return.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
A place to reflect and write,
Where the cold wouldn’t dare to bite.
I would lie down and close my eyes,
And listen to the windswept cries.
Creatures would circle my dome.
Maybe I will see a gnome.
Such stories I would create.
Tales of loss, love, and hate.
A snow globe just for me.
A perfect place to be.
The house is beckoning you.
Its windows are staring at you.
Its front door is open wide,
waiting for you to enter.
The rain is falling hard.
The wind is blowing harder
and getting colder.
The house would be a good
shelter for the coming storm.
Or maybe not.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
HERE WE ARE!
NO REASON TO RUN.
WE CAN ALL PARTY TOGETHER.
LOOK WHAT I FOUND?
A ROSE AMONG THE DEAD.
THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE
A PARTY FOR US.
WELCOME TO END HOUSE
BEAUTY AWAITS YOU:
FLOWERS, ORNATE FURNITURE,
WHO’S THAT IN THE CORNER?
IT’S DARK AND IT’S MOVING!
THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ARE LOCKING.
WE MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
The dilemma faced by all.
Should I take the chance?
Should I spread my wings and fly?
Fly away pretty bird.
If you don’t try,
you won’t know what you’re missing.
While Todd drove, Linda thought about Wolf’s house with its stark concrete walls and blacked-out windows. Was he blocking people from looking in or out? Maybe we’ll find out something useful in the house. That is, if he allows us inside. She hoped that Todd was one of the good guys—but she wasn’t too sure of anything anymore.
The weather got colder and windier. Leaves and dust blew into the car. Maybe Wolf was expecting them.
Charles Wolf was standing at the front door of his house…standing ramrod straight…waiting for them. But how did he know that they would be visiting today?
“This is very disturbing,” said Shana. “Maybe I can remain in the car while the two of you check out the house…”
“Don’t be afraid; we have big bad Todd to protect us,” said Linda.
Todd smirked at Linda as he got out of the car and opened the doors for both of them. He had to pry the door handle from Shana’s tight grasp. She gave up and stepped out of the car to join them. They marched up to the front door.
“Welcome to my humble abode! I had a strong feeling that I was going to have visitors today so I had my housekeeper prepare tea for us,” boomed Wolf in a deep voice. Linda hadn’t realized that he was so overpowering, with his thick dark hair and cold black eyes. He stood proud and tall, watching their approach.
Linda remembered him from her early-morning jog when she’d seen him walking his dog and he’d refused to acknowledge her cheerful greeting. She feared that he would make a very dangerous adversary. She gazed up at Todd. He was staring back at Wolf. Todd was as big and looked much smarter.
“We’re not here for tea, Wolf. We’re here to question you about Friday night when our friends went missing from End House,” said Todd.
“What could I possibly know about that?” Wolf moved closer to Todd to stare him down.
“Not only is your house the closest to End House, but you’re also on the Board of Directors of the company that owns the house,” replied Todd, glaring back at Wolf.