Monday, December 7, 2015


Mysterious under-door seepages - “I Do” (1921)

The creeping liquid from my nightmares..
It is now alive in my book, THE DEAD GAME.

     They are racing down the staircase, carrying their children, eager to reach the front door. Diane stops dead in her tracks. A dark red substance is oozing into the house from under the door, creeping across the floor, devouring everything in its wake. The circular rug and then the hall table disappear into the thick slime. It turns to make its way toward them.
     Mary hears a high-pitched keening cry coming from within the slime. She backs herself into a corner and screams,  “It’s going to swallow us!”
     “Run out the back!” John shouts above the children’s frightened sobbing. He pushes her ahead of him. “Don’t think. Just make sure you get out of this house and down the stairs to the beach. Or else you might be living here forever.”
     They climbthrough the destroyed kitchen, through detached pieces of ceiling, through broken pieces of cabinets and sharp shards from shattered dishes.
     Once outside, they're struck by flying debris. The patio is engulfed in a strong wind, which lifts the furniture high into the air. The white wicker pieces crash against each other, the broken pieces falling into the empty pool.
     The pool hadsbeen filled already twice this season. The house has a mind of its own: it wants the pool empty of water and her family gone; and it's making sure that it remains this way.
     The red liquid is creeping beneath the kitchen door, inching its way toward them. Mary screams above the sound of the howling wind. “It’s getting closer. It’s followed us outside. WE ARE ALL DEAD!”
      “We must escape now! Don’t look back! Just run!” Her husband shouts back.
      She gazes down the steep staircase to the rocky shore below, to the jagged rocks that are being beaten by the raging waves of the ocean. In her heart, she knows that their fate is not going to be much better.



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