A SPOT OF EVIL

kaltmesser1

A spot of evil.

A dash of hell.

A drop of blood.

And your Grimoire.

A mighty spell

will vanquish The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

A BOOK OF EVIL

Source:little-dead-rotting-hood

A book of evil.

A book of the devil.

Does it exist?

It exists in Oasis, Florida.

It’s revered and honored.

Its worshippers are many.

Its followers are fierce.

Few survive.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

CHANTING IN THE BREEZE

 

A breeze blows from the ocean.

One that smooths the white sand.

Feeling like the soft flutter of

a rose petal against your skin.

The sea breeze carries chanting.

Why do we hear it at night?

Are spells being cast in Oasis?

Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.

THE DEAD GAME 

YOUR DESTINY

Source:slobbering 

Open the book.

Read the words.

Take the journey.

To worlds unknown.

To freedom of expression.

To your destiny.

PRAY FOR ME

Pray for your coven.

Pray for the victims.

Pray for the town.

But don’t forget

to pray for The Dead.

For they will be coming to Oasis.

No one will be safe

from their wrath.

Hold onto your faith.

Flee for shelter.

For the demons of hell

will soon ascend to earth.

Flying bats.

Dark shadows.

Vampires.

Witches.

Demons.

Even humans.

They will take on any

and every form

to complete their task.

Trust no one.

Not your friends

or loved ones.

Hell will open up

and release its worst.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

FROM NEAR AND FAR

ancient-serpent

Faust (1926), dir. F. W. Murnau

They’re coming in for a fight.

Creatures from near and far.

All descending on one small town.

Oasis, Florida, will fall tonight.

Linda and her friends run to the Town Hall.

They hope for shelter from the storm.

Soon the tall windows will shatter.

The bricks crumble to the ground.

The Father holds tight to his grimoire.

Will he be able to save the residents?

Oh no!

They’re here!

THE DEAD GAME

TAKE THE JOURNEY

Open the book.

Read the words.

Take the journey.

To worlds unknown.

To freedom of expression.

To your destiny.

DEAD GAMES TO PLAY

metalheadx-x: Coming to get ya by BROWN73 Edited by metalheadx-x


DEAD GAMES TO PLAY

Let’s have some fun.
The game is on.
Too late to run
From The Dead Game.

Keep your eyes open wide
As the darkness surrounds.
There is no place to hide
In this small town of ours.

Maybe some hide and seek.
A deck of cards or two.
I might give you a peek
At the games we will play.

Come one, come all,
The Dead now chant.
To our town hall,
Cursing who can’t.

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

shiningdaisy:

The Sounds of Halloween (1977)

A spirit is rising from the smoke.
Go over and give it a poke.
And see if it’s alive or dead.
Even the cats can feel the dread.
Let’s dance around the fire.
You don’t want the witches’ ire.
Or you might become their dinner.
And then who would be the winner?

END HOUSE

END HOUSE

A house so dark and bleak
That I can’t even speak.
Dark shadows glare at me
Where clear windows should be.

Do I dare venture inside?
I’ll have to swallow my pride.
And quietly cross the threshold
Without being so rash and bold. 

There’s a secret party inside.
I wonder if I should run or hide.
Who’s the host of this feast,
Man or dangerous beast?

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

Louise and her friends escaped End House but the deadly game was not over. The Dead had much more in store for Louise.

     Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the face of the mountain. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But she continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or who was attacking them.
     She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.
    Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.
     The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm and unwavering despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.
     When she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.
     Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.
     One member of the group—taller and much larger than the rest—lifted arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.

Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 191

The La Santa Muerte was in Oasis, Florida! It took on the form of Natalie, Todd's assistant.

     “I had thought that the La Santa Muerte was a belief held only in Mexico. We are pretty far from Mexico,” Todd said.

     “Our beliefs have spread throughout the world. We’ve been around for centuries, originating from the Spanish La Parta, or the female Grim Reaper. Our main purpose is death and destruction.”

     “Why are you the vampire’s worst enemy?” Mike asked.

     “Vampires have always assumed that they were the sole rulers of the world—that no one could possibly defy them or ever replace them. In Mexico, true believers have brought us back with their sacrifices and prayer. We haven’t been seen since the La Parta or Grim Reaper had disappeared many years ago to never show her face again.”

     “How did you suddenly become a saint?” Mike believed

that important pieces to this puzzle were definitely missing.

     “I’ve always possessed dark powers, passed down to me from my mother and her mother before her. My mother worshipped the black arts. Before her death, she gave me her books on magic that explained about spells and potions, and mostly about great power. She had warned me that I had to rule with an iron hand—that only fear would bring full allegiance from my followers.

     “One day, I came from work to find my house trashed. Someone had been searching for something. My papers were strewn around the rooms. My grimoire, which was my mother’s sacred book of spells, was missing. I then realized that I had been finally discovered. The Dead weren’t happy with their new competition; they didn’t want any interference with their deadly games. Originally, I’d kept below the radar. We’ve always practiced in secret—in people’s homes and in well-hidden temples.

    “Soon after, Wolf approached me and ordered me to leave town. I told him that I refused to leave my home and my people. He took me by surprise. I was attacked, tied up, and left in the gazebo. A girl was being strung up from one of the rafters. This was not the way my reign was supposed to have played out: I was supposed to be worshiped and treated like a god and not trussed up like a turkey!

     “With the girl hanging from a noose and the vampires dancing in a circle around us, I tried to escape my ropes, but I was tightly tied and gagged. Then the human vampires ran in to save the day. The girl was resuscitated and I was untied and set free.”

     “They should have destroyed you that day!” Shana said.

     Natalie continued with her story, “A vampire slayer’s spell had backfired, giving me my sainthood. I am now stronger than any vampire or any other creature on earth. It had been my birthright all along, but I had to wait to claim my powers. I cannot be killed like a vampire—I am invincible! A vampire can be burned to ashes to be annihilated, but I can live forever!”

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 190

A new evil was now facing the town of Oasis. It was the most deadly so far.

     “What could possibly be worse than what we’ve already faced?” David asked. Need you ask silly lion? There is always something worse, Mike gleefully thought, rubbing his imaginary hands together in anticipation.

     “Me!” shouted Natalie as she floated before them in the large hall.

     She appeared almost transparent, hovering above the floor.  What kind of creature are we now facing? Mike refused to show his fear. “Maybe this is just an apparition created by wizardry or a vampire’s great imagination.”

     Natalie  pointed her finger at him and released a stream of lightning that blew a huge hole next to him—right through the floor.  Mike decided that it was time for him to be quiet.

     “What are you?” Linda  asked.

     “I am a vampire’s worst enemy; I am the La Santa Muerte or the Skeleton Saint! I am the Saint of Death!” She began transforming before their eyes—her skin peeling away from her body to reveal its skeleton beneath. She was standing before them in a long black nun’s robe with a scythe in her left hand, a crown tilted precariously on her bony head, and her deep eye sockets burning a deep red.

     “I am the black Saint of Death, which brings revenge and destruction for its followers. My sisters are much weaker Skeleton Saints: the Red Saint promises love for her people, the White Saint provides protection, while the Gold Saint rewards her worshipers with money and financial support. My followers are seekers of vengeance and I provide all forms of revenge for them. I am the most powerful of all saints!”

     “You have followers?” Shana asked.

     “Our followers pray to us for help. They throw feasts in our names. We provide for those who sacrifice to us. I have a large following in a nearby town. I am a true god to them!”

    “What is sacrificed?”

    “Stupid human! What do you think is brought to me? Human sacrifices, of course.”