“Come to me,” the house whispers.
A whisper on the cold wind.
A streak of lightning.
A rumble of thunder.
What else has the house in store for us?
Strange lights in the windows.
The lights becomes dancing figures.
What goes on at night at End House?
Dare we find out?




End House holds secrets.

It holds living beings in its walls.

Creatures dying to get out.

Screaming without sound.

Pushing their arms and legs

through the walls,

hoping to escape.

But there’s no escape.

The guests of the party will

soon discover the sad truth.

No one leaves the house

without resulting consequences.

And some may not leave at all.

Who will live?

Who will die?

Only The Dead know.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist






A house in a run-down area.

I’m on the outside looking in.

No lights.

No signs of life.

Noises emanate from other houses in the area.

But this house is quiet.

A note has been left for me.

From someone trapped inside.

My friends are too afraid to join me.

I go alone.

I enter the house.

The rooms are empty shells.

I open the basement door.

A rotting smell greets me from below.

I’m not going in. 

I’m out of here.

I’m pushed from behind.

Down the steps I fall

to the hard basement floor.

I look up.

A light filters in from the open door.

Then the door slams shut.

I’m left in the dark.

I try to stand up.

My arms touches something soft.

A shaft of light from a high window

highlights a man’s trousered leg.

A body lies before me.

One that isn’t moving or breathing.

Something is wrong. 

He has no head.

Shadows rise up from the ground.

I run to the stairs.

A hand catches my foot,

pulling me back into the darkness.

I scream.

The shadows lurch at me.

I reach out and my fingers find a crow bar.

I throw it at a tall shadow.

It goes down and cries,

“Stop, please stop.”

The light turns on. 

I look around.

I’m looking at a room full of zombies. 

The one I hit is sitting on the floor,

holding his head.

One zombie walks toward me.

He takes off his mask.

A boy from school was facing me.

“What’s going on?” I ask him.

“It is supposed to be a fun prank. 

No one is supposed to get hurt. 

It’s Halloween.”

“The prank is on me?” 

“Yes, I’m sorry. 

No one else was brave enough to join you.

But if you agree to be my date to the Halloween dance, 

then it wouldn’t have been for nothing.”

“You’re kidding.” I say.

“No, I’m serious. 

We’d be great together.”

He looks at me with his big blue eyes and I’m lost.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“My name is Brian and you’re Annie.”

“Hi Brian. I guess it’s a date.”

Why does the most popular boy in school want me?

Is there more to this prank that I don’t know about?


What lies hidden beneath End House?
Familiar faces and bony countenances.
A cacophony of moans and sounds.

A community of creatures living in the tunnels.
Friends who might be returning to the living,
Or the living who might be joining The Dead.

David grabs hold of Tom’s hand,
One of his long lost friends.
Tom stands stiff and tall, not responding.

Howard shuffles forward.
Howard had been the daring one,
The one who had saved Tom from the dark pool.

The town looks like Oasis,
With its beaches, stores, cafes, parks, and hotel.
In the distance, the forest looms dark and forbidding.

But where are the people?
The stores stand empty.
“There, they are!” Linda calls out.

A large group walks down Main Street.
No smiles crossing their deathly pale faces.
No emotions from these sad replicas of humanity.

Something is wrong.
No one is happy to see us.
“Let’s get out of here!” Linda yells.

The group before them lurches forward,
Arms extended like bare branches in the winter cold.
Her friends back up in fear.

“But they’re our friends!” Mike says,
“We can’t leave them here,”
His eyes pleading for help.

Linda drags him away from the red-eyed mob.
“Our friends are gone.
These aren’t are friends any longer.”

A man grabs hold of Louise’s long hair.
She lets loose a heart-wrenching cry,
Frightening the pale creature away.

Linda takes one last look at Oasis.
They look like members of our town,
But yet they don’t.

The door slams shut,
Separating them from the empty shells.
Linda follows her friends out of the dark.

Goodbye to Wolf and your demented band of followers.
I can’t believe that I had been tempted by you.
Thank god we escaped in time.




Linda runs out from the Town Hall 
To find sunshine beating down on the sand. 
Birds are once again flying overhead.
Happy cries filling the blue sky.

The sun resumes its regal position.
The winds retreat as one,
Dragging their tails between their legs.
The palm trees stop their mad dance
To bend softly in the sea breeze.

“Are we finally safe?
The Dead must still be here,
Somewhere close.
I can still feel them.
But they won’t win.
They can’t!” 

Her friends walk down the steps of the battered Town Hall,
Climbing over fallen bricks and dead creatures.
No more cries of flying creatures.
Only the sounds of leaves shuffling in the breeze.

Linda is proud of her town and her friends.
With the help of The Watchers, human vampires,
And Father John, victory will soon be theirs.
Tears stream down her face.

They are safe.
This is all that matters to her.
Worrying about the future could wait for tomorrow.
Today is a day for thankfulness.
All is well.
All are safe.
The church bells gong in the distance.
Tomorrow will be a new day.



“Hail is raining down from the sky!
Hell is reigning down from above!”
Linda races through the pummeled streets,
Dodging pieces of roof tops and garbage cans.

“How could this be happening?
The sun was out just minutes ago.
I smell fire.
My skin feels burning hot.”

Her feet slow to a stop.
Linda lifts her head to the black sky.
Flames are shooting out of the church.
Red hot flames with swirls of yellow and orange.

Cries of horror float in the air around her.
Shrieks and moans that are lifted in the rising winds.
She turns around in a circle,
Desperate to locate the source.

“It’s coming from the Town Hall!”
I knew it!
Everybody has to be there.
Please god let them be there.”

The cries rise in intensity
With each footstep.
The front doors are open.
Darkness beckons from within.

The sight inside knocks the breathe from her lungs.
Flying creatures are circling her friends.
Creatures with furry bodies and human faces.
One swoops down and lifts Shana up to the ceiling.

“The Dead are here.
What should I do?
Wait! Father John is chanting.
Will he be able to save us?”



merry go round

I open my eyes.

I find myself at a carnival.

A clown chases me into a tent.

Mirrors surround me.

My reflections stare back at me.

Is this real?

Or am I in a nightmare?

A nightmare of my own making?

I need to get back.

Back to End House.

The haunted house in the woods.

I’m in a dark room.

I can’t feel the walls.

The floor is wet.

A mirror is looming ahead.

I touch it.

My hand flows right through.

My body soon follows.

I’m in End House.

Or in a house resembling it.

Time to go down to the basement.

That’s where I was going.

Wasn’t I?

The basement is dark.

What happened to the light bulb?

The floor begins to turn.

I can’t get off.

Then I hear the laughter.

“I’m back.”