ANDERS KRISÁR
An open door waits for you.
Take a chance and walk right through.
Mist circles your frame.
Time to play the game.
The chess pieces wait.
Take care, you’re not late.
You rub your eyes in disbelief
as you sigh in happy relief.
This can’t be happening, you see.
I’m in bed as the sun breaks free.
A brand new day yawns wide and clear.
I’m safe and have nothing to fear.
What lies hidden beneath End House?
Familiar faces & bony countenances.
A cacophony of moans & sounds.
A community of creatures living in the tunnels.
Friends who might be returning to the living,
Or the living who might be joining the dead.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
I’m over here.
I can smell your fear.
You won’t be alone.
I can hear your moan.
I’ll be rising soon
On the next full moon.
I’ll rise from down under
On lightning and thunder.
You will not recognize me.
I’ll be different, you see.
My new body is strong.
Now, do not get me wrong.
I still love you, my dear.
Of that, please have no fear.
You tell me there’s nothing to fear
since The Dead will soon be here.
Waves cascade to the shore.
I don’t believe The Dead’s lore.
Nothing can ruin this paradise.
Yet, cold fear runs through me like ice.
Now, the winds quicken their speed,
but I still refuse to heed.
I give a last glance at the trees,
and they are falling to their knees.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Brutal winds follow close on my heels,
Thunder and lightning join the crusade.
Fluorescent lights paint the night sky,
Rings of orange, yellow, and red.
A vortex of horror in unending circles
Makes its way to the small town of Oasis,
Where I will be waiting with a sword in hand,
Secure in the knowledge Wolf won’t win.
The Watchers have joined the battle.
They stand on the hill beyond,
Their raincoats flapping in the wind,
Concealing their cache of weapons.
We will protect Linda from the devil,
An army standing strong against the winds.
The Father clutches his bible of spells,
Ready to cast the evil from our town.
We have come together as one,
Humans, vampires, and human vampires.
The last battle on this earthly planet,
Which will determine our combined fate.
Linda clings to her friends,
Huddled together in the storm.
Will she choose wisely and correctly?
Will she choose me above The Dead?
The time has come for the showdown.
Time has slowed to a halt.
We raise our weapons above our heads,
Waiting for evil to make its final appearance.
Wolf has been given a new body,
But I recognize his deadly soul.
A new package for an old one
Does not change the battle to be won.
Our games have just begun.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Are you invited to a party?
Can it be at End House?
A deserted house at the edge
Of the forest in Oasis, Florida.
People have disappeared from this house,
Never to be seen or heard from again.
Are you going to this party?
I admire your courage.
Your tenacity.
I will tell you what you may expect.
No one will answer your knock on the door.
The door will open by itself,
Inviting you to step inside.
Flickering candles and gargoyles line the staircase.
Your group will divide into two.
The first group will follow the staircase candles.
Your group will follow the flickering
lights in the right hallway to the basement.
Which group will find the elusive host?
Who will survive to tell the tale?
Only I know.
For I am one of The Dead.
We love our games.
Welcome to THE DEAD GAME.
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Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds quicken their pace.
The hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
They come from the deep.
They come when you sleep.
On waves of ice and stone,
They’ll burn you to the bone.
Fire burns hot on the ice
As demons cut a deep slice.
Stay far from the shore,
Or they’ll search for more.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
Source:polind
The night is here
and much too soon.
Darkness descends
with the full moon.
I shiver from the cold
as a strong wind whips past.
The moon hovers closer.
I hope this doesn’t last.
Dark shadows gather.
Trees fade in the mist.
Night has won again.
I can’t handle this.
The moon’s glare defeats me.
I retreat to my lair.
With the wind at my back,
I must escape from here.
THE DEAD GAME
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
The party at End House turns deadly
when the guests become the treats
for the caged tigers.
Let the games begin!
THE DEAD GAME
