The Dead Game: Book One of The Dead Game Series

I’m lost at a carnival.

A clown leers.

The knife-thrower aims his knife.

I run into a tent of mirrors.

My distorted reflection surrounds me.

I flee into the darkness

and crash through a mirror.

I stand in a dark room

as the floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

My hands slide on the wet stones.

The floor gives way.

I’m falling.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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LOST AT A CARNIVAL

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

I’m lost at a carnival,

A carnival of nightmares.

A clown leers at me.

The knife-thrower aims

But misses.

I run into a tent.

Mirrors surround me,

Distorting my reflection.

I flee into the darkness,

Crashing through a mirror.

Glass rains on me.

I’m in a dark room.

The floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

They are wet and shiny.

There’s no way out.

The floor bottoms out,

And I’m falling.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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SEND IN THE CLOWNS

The hotel room is quiet.

The furniture looks shabby.

A dim light glows from a

small bedside lamp.

The carpet is worn from

years of footsteps.

You hear a strange noise.

A high-pitched static sound.

A sound emanating from the old T.V. set.

The black and white screen is on.

But you didn’t turn on the T.V.

A clown’s face appears on the screen.

He looks at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room!

If you don’t leave right away,

I will just have to kill you.”

At first, you think it’s silly.

He’s only an image on a screen.

But then his hand reaches out.

Through the screen.

His fingers have long red nails.

His body begins to emerge.

He’s here.

For you.

You are no longer alone.

IN THE NIGHT

We cry for ourselves.

We cry in the night.

Tears roll down our cheeks.

Frowns cover our faces.

We stand together.

We cry for no one.

We cry for everyone.

Source:slobberin

DO YOU SEE A CARNIVAL?

cuprikorn:i want that lemon by laurenmarek on Flickr.

DO YOU SEE A CARNIVAL?

A day of fun for all.
Follow the bouncing ball.
Past booths of games.
To the house of mirrors.
Inside, you’ll find me.
A clown of your nightmares.
Ready to take you on a tour.
That will lead to endless games.
And endless horrors.
This isn’t a carnival.
But a voyage into your nightmares.
Buckle up.
Enjoy the ride.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME


Why do clowns appear
And then come so near?
In my nightmares they cavort
With one another for sport.

I’m afraid to lay my head down.
For I might see another clown.
With their evil grins.
And quivering chins.

The carnival they roam.
So I’m writing this tome.
To leave clues to my demise
If the clowns aren’t too nice.

In a town such as Oasis.
There are few friendly faces.
For the clowns haunt my nights.
And bring with them more frights.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE CLOWN

blackoutraven:

PENNYWISE
Itzamna10

The hotel room is quiet.
The furniture looks shabby.
A dim light glows from a
small bed-side lamp.
The carpet is worn from
years of footsteps.
Then you hear a strange noise.
A high-pitched static sound.
A sound emanating from the old T.V. set.
The black and white screen appears to be on.
But you didn’t turn on the T.V.
when you entered the room.
A clown’s face appears on the screen.
He looks at you and says,
"Why are you here?
How dare you enter my room!
If you don’t leave right away,
I will just have to kill you.”
At first, you think this is silly
since he’s only an image on a screen.
But then his hand reaches out
through the screen.
His fingers have long red nails.
His body begins to emerge.
He’s here.
For you.
You are no longer alone.

TRAPPED IN A NIGHTMARE!

staggerlee13367:

Psycho Clown Collab by Firrea

TRAPPED IN A NIGHTMARE
I’m trapped in a nightmare.
Clowns are chasing me.
The knife-thrower swings at me
with his shiny blades.
Where should I run?
There’s a colorful tent!
This must be a carnival.
Oh no!
This tent is full of mirrors,
reflecting back at me
distorted images of myself.
Someone just pushed me!
I’m falling through a mirror—down
a long tunnel with hands reaching for me.
I’ve landed in the basement of End House!
I can never escape this house-- 
even in my dreams.

THE DEAD GAME
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NIGHTMARE

dumfidel:

When you close your eyes to sleep,
what do you see?
Do vivid scenes from your childhood
come to haunt you?
Are you ever lost in a never-ending
scene with maybe a clown or two?
Clowns that creep toward you with
balloons, red noses, and big feet.
They crowd around you, leering
in your face.
Welcome to my nightmare.

TEARS OF A CLOWN

Who are we?
What are we?
What do our faces
reveal about ourselves?
If we smile, does that
mean we’re happy?
If we cry, are we really
that sad?
Do we exaggerate our feelings
for the better effect?
Yes, we all do.
Take a closer look at the next
person who laughs or cries
before a captive audience.
See if they are showing true emotions
or just emoting for the benefit of others.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS!

I’m every nightmare you ever had, I am your worst dream come true. I’m everything you ever were afraid of!

Who doesn’t love a clown?
It represents the outside face
we show the world.
Inside is who we really are.
Clowns could be fun but
they could also be your
deepest and darkest nightmare.
SEND IN THE CLOWNS!

(Source: slashfilms)

HELLO THERE!

Hello there!
I’m here for you.
Yes, you.
I’m looking at you.
Come with me.
To the carnival.
There will be games, knife-throwers, and
balloons—loads of balloons.
Just walk through the door.
It’s all waiting for you.
The door will open
a whole new world for you.
But you might be stuck here—forever!
Come and play with me!
The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
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THE NIGHTMARE

Clowns can haunt your dreams,
but sometimes they can be real.

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The Dead will find you.
You can’t escape from them.
After the sun goes down,
they own the streets of Oasis.
No one is safe.
The Dead love their games.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

darkestdee:

THE NIGHTMARE

Linda felt 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

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PUPPETS ON A STRING

seasons-in-hell:

AREN’T WE ALL PUPPETS?
AREN’T OUR STRINGS PULLED
BY SOMEONE ELSE?
BE IT A BOSS OR A SPOUSE,
WE ARE NEVER FREE.
FREE TO MAKE OUR OWN CHOICES.
ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS CUT THOSE STRINGS.
WHERE’S THE KNIFE?

THE CLOWN FROM HELL

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.

MEOW!

HELLO.

This is more cheerful.
My other posts are a little dark.
Mostly the clown.
The clown is bothering me.
I might have to destroy him.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

THE CLOWN
Clowns are supposed to be funny.
They are supposed to make you laugh.
I find clowns scary and creepy.