Showing posts with label dark hallway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dark hallway. Show all posts

Sunday, April 10, 2022

ALIVE AT NIGHT

The wood floor creaks.

I slowly turn around.

Where are The Dead freaks?

I hear no other sound.

The lights flicker.

Can the rumors be true?

I feel sicker.

The Dead will take me too.

I can see their faces.

Dark eyes stare at me.

They take their places.

I’ll never be free.

I run through the hall,

But I’m running in place.

I give up and fall.

A grin covers his face.

He leers at me.

Eyes glowing bright red.

A sight to see.

I flee toward my bed.

He lifts me in his arms.

We fly into the dark night.

I won’t fall for his charms.

The Dead come alive at night.

THE DEAD GAME

Friday, October 18, 2019

THE HUNT

THE HUNT

It moves slowly.
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
I dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it silence.
I can feel its presence.
Creeping closer.
I enter a deserted hallway.
I turn.
Shut my eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.
I fall into the dark abyss.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

An Unwelcome Surprise


An Unwelcome Surprise By Susanne Leist

Lights sparkle like stars on the walls.
Spots of color guide my journey.
Past closed doors, I walk, my head lowered, my steps slow.
I feel my way along the walls, the lights warm beneath my fingertips.
A cold wind hits the back of my neck.
I turn to the dark corridor before me.
Dark shadows twist into shapes, and an arm beckons to me.
Heart pounding in a tempo matching my chattering teeth, I stand frozen against the wall.
A knob hits me in the back.
My arm reaches behind, and I twist the knob.
I step back into the room.
The door shuts in my face.
I turn around.
Water flows beneath my feet.
An azure sky surrounds me.
I walk forward. The scene fades to black.
A brisk cold wind replaces the warmth.
In the distance walks a woman wearing a yellow raincoat and black rubber boots.
She approaches me with an ax in one hand and a black garbage bag in the other.
I back against the door, jiggling the knob.
Locked.
She stands before me and smiles.
I lift my eyes to eyes shimmering blood red.
“Would you like to fill this bag for me?”
She raises the empty black bag.
I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head.
Dots of lights shoot before my eyes.
The room swims.
I shut my eyes and fall to the ground.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

WELCOME

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WELCOME
Candles climb the stairs.
Sentries of the night.
We’re invited to a party.
Without a host.
More candles line the hallway.
Their lights beckon.
Empty rooms greet our hesitant steps.
An open door leads to darkness.
Stairs leading down.
The door slams behind us.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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Wednesday, October 18, 2017

THE HUNT


The Hunt
sex-blood-and-death:
THE HUNT
It first comes slowly
in the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet,
it draws near.
You run faster,
but it speeds up.
You dash into a building,
an empty school.
It soon follows,
bringing with it a silence.
You can feel its presence
as it moves closer.
It follows you
down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
You jiggle the knobs.
They’re all locked.
​You turn around
and stand strong.
Darkness falls
to encompass all.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

FOLLOW THE CANDLES






End House is dark and deserted.
The invitation called for a party.
No one is here to greet us.
Flickering candles line the hallway,
Beckoning us to follow.
Gargoyles tower over the carpeted staircase.
The door behind us locks shut.
What do we do now?
THE DEAD GAME 

Friday, October 14, 2016

THE GREEN BECKONS


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The hallway waits.
It beckons.
It calls to me.
Green lights the way.
Doors open and close.
Cries fill the air.
A coldness descends.
Then total silence.
I inch forward.
Step by painstaking step.
I peer into a room.
A bed in an empty room.
The next room holds a wheelchair.
It turns.
Empty.
A green light glows.
From the room ahead.
Sounds of voices.
I move closer.
Until I can see inside.
Surgery is being performed.
On a skeleton.
By smiling people.
People who fade in and out.
Ghosts.
Time for me to leave.
I’m on the bed.
The ghost are looking down.
At me.
Too late.