Wednesday, April 19, 2017


(Source: artizan3)

I grow in the garden of End House.
The only flower in sight.
Moonlight keeps me strong.
Thorns keep me anchored.
The garden is mine.

(Source: kittiezandtittiez)
I’m keeping an eye on you.
Have you read The Dead Game yet?
If not, I know where you live.

(Source: fallenfay-l-h)

As darkness falls,
statues come alive.
Shadows emerge 
from tombs and graves.

Beware of the nights.
They bring brutal winds
and the walking dead.
Bolt your doors.
Lock your windows.
The dark shadow behind you
might not be your own.



He comes in the dark night.
Before the morning light.
Grey is the color of his large eyes.
He can see as far as the crow flies.
He is a gorgeous creature of the night.
He is much too scary upon first sight.
As I courageously draw near.
He backs away to disappear.


Rhapsody In Blue
Blue is the sky.
Blue is the sea.
They merge as one.
A rhapsody of blue
pounding on the horizon.


Linda was caught in a nightmare that she couldn’t escape from. It felt too real to be a nightmare but she couldn’t wake up.
     She chose the Fun House. She stepped into a room full of mirrors that made her multiple reflections appear distorted and unreal. She couldn’t figure out why she’d run into the Fun House if in every horror movie the victims were always portrayed as being terrorized there. She hoped this wasn’t another game of The Dead. She was determined to locate an exit, but found only mirrors and more mirrors; they made her dizzy. Her distorted reflections stared back at her—as if they were distinct entities, united against her, instead of her own creations.
     She ran until she crashed head-first through a mirror, into a dark place with no beginning or end. The whole experience felt unreal to her—as if she were lost in a different dimension. Behind this mirror, she encountered a man with a white mask and empty holes for eyes, laughing at her. When he touched her arm, she realized that he was real and not just a reflection.
     She fled from the laughing man, going deeper and deeper into the dark unknown. She looked back and noticed creatures following close behind her. Some were bats and some were dark shadows, but all were reaching for her. She hoped that these weren’t the same shadows from town that had been haunting her for weeks.
      She hit something hard and fell down. So maybe this place did have an end. She raced away with her hands out, hoping to find the mirror that had caused her to enter this dark hell. Ahead of her in the distance, she glimpsed a shiny surface. As she got closer, she realized it was the mirror, patiently waiting for her. I hope this wasn’t a trap.
     She decided to step through the mirror and worry about the consequences afterward. She had always been afraid of the dark. She wondered how these creatures knew her fears—unless it wasn’t real, but just a figment of her imagination. She stuck her hand out and found that it flowed right through the glass. She followed her hand and crawled through the mirror.
     She found herself back in the house by the sea. She was in the main hall, looking up at a long flight of stairs. She raced up the stairs and ran through the deserted rooms. The house was empty of any people or furnishings. All she could hear were her heels clicking on the shiny wood floors.
     Fearing that she was caught in an endless loop like the one at End House, she hurried back down the stairs, all the way down to the basement. Since the top two floors were empty, she decided to try the basement—even though basements were also popular in horror stories, which was exactly what she was in.
     The basement was empty. The floor she was standing on began to rotate around and around. She reached up to grab hold of something to help her climb off the revolving circle, but there was nothing: the walls were wet and slippery. As she tried to escape, she found herself falling deeper and deeper into the dark hole. The only thing she remembered before she lost consciousness was the sound of a man’s evil laughter as he chanted the words over and over, “It’s not over. I’ll be back.”
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist


I dream in color.
I dream of nature.
I dream of beauty.
I dream of you.


Respect needs to be nurtured.
It needs to be in the sunshine.
It needs to grow unhampered.
It needs to be shared.
But most of all,
It needs to be earned.


Hotdogssss 6/?


I was in a deep, deep sleep.
Didn’t hear a single peep.
Until lightning strikes lit up the sky.
Followed by thunder claps turned on high.
The winds uprooted the trees.
Bringing them down to their knees.
What has happened to our poor, little town?
The ocean waves have turned from blue to brown.
Dark shadows are moving in from the shore.
I don’t know what else The Dead have in store.



Pink flowers to fill my day.
Petals falling in soft flight.
Ready to come out and play.
A soothing and heady sight.
A shady path to soft dreams.
To hot days and warmer nights.
Pink filling the lakes and streams.
A large toast to spring’s best sights.


Is this heaven or hell?
Do I hear a loud bell?
Pink lights are flashing.
I can hear thrashing.

The forest is alive.
A gigantic beehive.
Buzzing sounds surround us.
Yellow like a school bus.

Get me out of here.
Something in my hair.
A giant bee is caught inside.
I need a place to run and hide.

Get the bee away from me.
It just bit me on my knee.
I want to go in the rabbit hole.
I don’t care if I meet a mole.

Who Let In The Dark?

Darkness enters my room 
in shades of midnight blue.
It breathes its cold breath
on my warm, sleeping face.
It wakes me from a dream
of blue cascading waves.
I am faced with the dark
and a hollow feeling inside.
Who opened my window?
Who let in the dark?



Into the tunnel we are thrown.
Been more careful if I had known.
We’re falling down a dark abyss.
Please someone give us an assist.

We’re falling too hard and fast.
This nightmare better not last.
Our time has come to an end
As we fly around the bend.

The Dead are waiting for us below.
I can hear them yelling out hello.
We land with a thump and a bang.
I’m now facing a big fat fang.



Rocking Chair

The tale told by Abe and Anna about vampires in their town of Oasis had terrified Linda and Shana. They didn’t know whom to believe or trust. A tour through Abe and Anna’s house confused them further.

Shana was quiet during the tour as she tried to absorb what she’d just heard. She understood that it made some kind of weird sense. But why was the rocking chair in the attic facing the deserted mansion? She’d heard about the evil in End House, but she’d always assumed that the mansion stood empty and didn’t have a wicked history attached to it.

Hurrying down the front steps, Shana said, “Now we have to visit that mansion and discover what’s hidden over there that is so important for Abe and Anna to watch over. And what did she mean about it being supposedly deserted? Either it was or it wasn’t.”
Linda shook her head. “This place terrified me. I don’t know if I can handle another one.”
“Nothing happened to us. It appears that Abe and Anna are good and are just trying to protect our town from evil vampires.”
“That means they’re vampires themselves. How could vampires be good? How could we trust them?” Linda paced up and down the road in frantic circles.
“You accept the fact that vampires exist, but yet you can’t decide whether to trust them or not? I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the existence of vampires,” Shana said with a dry chuckle.
“I’m happy you find this amusing.”
“We’ve witnessed supernatural events at End House, so why would believing in vampires be farfetched? We should just accept the possibility of their existence and continue on from there.”
“Okay, let’s visit our next place before I chicken out…I just hope that I won’t have to say ‘I told you so’ afterward.”