DAY INTO NIGHT

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DAY INTO NIGHT

Night into the day.

Day into night.

I’m swept away

As I hold tight.

The night numbs me,

Making me cold.

The days rush by

As I grow old.

I prefer day

When the sun shines.

The night is fey,

Dark through the pines.

Night into day.

Day into night.

Days become gray,

No strength to fight.

WELCOME THE NIGHT

Welcome the night
And its good friend, the moon.
Do not take flight
From the man in the moon.

Let the moon take over
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover
Without severe pain.

A thick blanket will fall,
Giving the earth security.
Darkness will cover all
With its fine grace and purity.

For the sun, no need to pine.

Don’t waste precious time mourning.

The stars will twinkle and shine.

The sun will rise come morning.

THE SHADOW

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Shadows fill my room.

I’m going to swoon.

It looks like a woman.

But not at all human.

The town is scary.

It’s getting hairy.

Florida isn’t all fun.

Not a walk in the hot sun.

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DARKNESS DESCENDS

It comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It gathers speed.
You dash into a building,
An empty school.
It follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Moving closer.
It’s hurrying
Along the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes,
And stand firm.
Darkness descends.

RISING FROM THE SEA

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At night he appears.

Coming from the sea.

A mist rising from below.

Is he here for me?

THE DEAD GAME

DANCE

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Come and join us.

Stay for the games.

We play all night.

Before the morning light.

THE DEAD GAME

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NIGHT CREATURES

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The night is here.

The moon creeps forth

through the thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle in the dark

blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

LOST TO THIS WORLD

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I’ve seen what I should’ve have seen.

My eyes won’t close for sleep.

My heart refuses to stop racing.

My tears have dried up.

My blood boils hot and steamy.

I’m lost to this world.

I’ll soon be one with the next.

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 36

Time for us to explore.
Time to find out what is hidden inside.
The Watchers are vampires
And so might be the residents of this mansion.

Linda's thoughts run wild in her head.
Too many players, too many suspects,
To help them solve the mystery.
A mystery that could easily end their existence.

A tall man approaches us,
Flanked by two Dobermans.
His black eyes watch us closely,
Forcing me to turn my gaze away.

Shana looks as troubled as I am.
Maybe she'll give up on her silly idea,
And we could leave this creepy place.
I don't want to pursue any vampires.

The man offers to give us a tour of his house.
Shana is excited as she accepts his offer.
I stand back, not eager to enter this place.
I turn to leave, but Shana takes my hand.

"Please, Linda, let's go inside.
I want to find out who lives here."
A smile covers Shana's face, 
A sweet smile created just for me.

The man walks toward the front door
Through the fallen leaves and flying dust balls.
Only weeds grow in the yard.
The man doesn't seem to care.

Shana pulls Linda through the front doorway.
A marble foyer greets them
With a high-domed ceiling and crystal sconces.
A drastic change from the gloominess outside.

Beautifully furnished bedrooms.
A library larger than any other.
Priceless masterpieces showcased throughout. 
It doesn't feel real to Linda but a dream.

Time to leave this house of contradictions,
Balancing the fine line between the living and the dead.
The caretaker watches us from the front door
As we walk through the decrepit garden,
Happy to be back with the living.

"Linda, the caretaker has to be a vampire.
No one can live all by themselves in such a big house.
No servants, no food, only books.
The Watchers must be watching him!"

"That must be it.
A Watcher is always sitting in that rocking chair,
Keeping an eye on the mansion.
If the Watchers are good, then the caretaker must be bad."

"Linda, you don't know that.
The Watchers could be bad, 
Making the caretaker the good one.
There's no rule book to explain this new game."

"We shouldn't trust any of them.
We need more information.
We need help.
I'm done doing this alone anymore."

"Linda, do you want to involve Todd and the Sheriff?
I thought you didn't trust them.
We've been going in circles,
Not coming up with any answers."

"I trust Todd and Sam much more than
The older residents, The Watchers, or that caretaker.
We must come up with a plan,
A good one this time.


"We have our work cut out for us.
And Shana, no more fancy plans.
We plan smart and go in together this time.
This must end once and for all."

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

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OPEN THE DOOR

An open door invites.
An open door beckons.
Who can resist it?
Who doesn’t want to take a peek?
What treasures might be hidden on the other side?
Or what evil might be lying in wait for us?
Open the door and find out.
I know you want to.

AN OASIS

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AN OASIS

I may be living in an oasis,
Where the sun shines on a daily basis.
Florida has beautiful flowers and beaches,
But what it may be hiding are deadly leeches.
Dark shadows are following me right now.
I need to escape but I don’t know how.
I don’t want to end up like that dead woman.
I don’t even know if the shadows are human.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE HUNT

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THE HUNT

It first comes slowly.
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.
To encompass all.

 

 

THE MAN WITH THE FLOWER TATTOO

THE MAN WITH THE FLOWER TATTOO

Who is he?
Who can he be?
I see him everywhere.
Even in my dreams.
He roams the streets at night.
He stands beneath my window.
He lights his cigarette.
That’s when I see his tattoo.
As his fingers cup the flame.
For one brief second.
I know who he is.
He’s one of The Dead.
From my book,
THE DEAD GAME.
He’s come to haunt me.
In my dreams and nightmares.
Be careful what you write.
For it may be with you forever.
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A WALK IN THE GRAVEYARD

Let’s take a walk through the graveyard.
Preferably at night under a full moon.
The gravel crunches under your soft footsteps.
The words on the tombstones welcome you
to visit their hosts.
You see a mausoleum in the distance.
Its door stand open,
beckoning for you to enter its darkness.
You step inside.
The door slams shut behind you.
You hear soft moaning sounds.
One of the doors of the crypt slowly opens.
A hand reaches out for you.
You move closer.
The door opens wider.
And then…
You wake up!
I’ll see you in your dreams.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

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Daniel Merriam

I open my eyes.
I see weird creatures.
The man in the moon
and circus men.
Why are they in my room?
Have they come to entertain me?
Or maybe to kill me?
I hear laughter.
Hysterical laughter surrounding
me from all corners of the room.
The circus men are clowns, who
are waving sharp knives at me.
I need to escape!
I can’t!
I’m tied down to my bed.
They’re coming closer to the bed.
The laughter is getting louder.
I close my eyes.
I hear quiet.
I open my eyes.
The room is dark.
It looks to be empty.
I glance over at my chair in the corner.
There’s a red balloon tied to it,
floating in the air.
Oh no!

TRAPPED IN THE WALLS

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From a Night Window

End House in Oasis, Florida has
The Dead trapped in its walls.
They cannot escape.
They are waiting for their savior.
Who are they waiting for?
Only The Dead know.

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