GAZEBO IN THE DARK

Source:whitechapelwitch

GAZEBO IN THE DARK

Darkness surrounds from each side.

The storm brews with the rising tide.

A gazebo stands in the clearing.

I don’t like the shrill sound I’m hearing.

Candles flicker inside.

There is no place to hide.

I’m being pulled toward the light.

My body refuses to fight.

A noose hangs above me.

I will never be free.

THE DEAD GAME

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A BEAUTIFUL GAZEBO

indigodreams

A beautiful gazebo.

Perfect for a wedding.

Fantasy comes to life.

Until the night.

Robed figures circle.

A noose hangs within.

It’s slipped around my neck.

I can’t move.

The figures circle faster.

The winds pick up speed.

I’m hanging.

Watching my life drift away.

A beautiful gazebo.

THE FUTURE

blackoutraven:

THE FUTURE FOR OASIS

The crystal ball comes to life.

Flying creatures screech inside.

Dark shadows drift through the darkness.

A noose swings from the gazebo.

A face appears among the swirling mist.

A face all too familiar to the residents.

A dim future waits for them.

A future to be fought and conquered.

THE DEAD GAME

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GAMES

The growling follows us outside
Down the rickety stairs to the beach.
Laughter floats in the howling wind
As hot breath swirls around our necks.

Shadows fly at us on gossamer wings,
Tracking our shaky journey downward.
Darkness hides the beach below,
Sandy cushions await our final fall.

I fly with the wind to land on pillows,
Shaking the pixie dust from my eyes.
I leave Mike and David behind
As I race down the moonlit walkway.

A noose waits for me.

My neck fits perfectly in the hole.
Hooded creatures circle round the gazebo,
An appropriate place for my last stand.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

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DARK AS SIN

Friday the 13th is here.

There is nothing to fear.

My gargoyle friends are waiting.

Their stares are somewhat scathing.

But the night is still young.

The noose is already hung.

Bats fly around the old house.

They squeak like a little mouse.

Lightning sizzles as it plays.

Over the dark house it stays.

Thunder rumbles in pain.

Loud noises but no rain.

The door opens wide.

There’s no place to hide.

We might as well go in.

inside looks dark as sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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Source:deadphilosophy

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 33

The growling follows us outside
Down the rickety stairs to the beach.
Laughter mixes in the howling wind,
Hot breath swirling around our necks.

Shadows fly at us on gossamer wings,
Tracking out halting journey downward.
Darkness hides the beach below,
Sandy cushions awaiting our final fall.

I fly with the wind to land on pillows,
Shaking their pixie dust into my eyes.
I leave Mike and David on the stairs
As I race down the deserted walkway.

Moans mix with the laughing wind
As prayers for help fill my troubled mind.
Hope finally triumphs over despair,
Pushing me forward to my journey's end.

A shove has me thrown into the park,
Where a noose waits for my neck.
Hooded creatures circle the gazebo,
An appropriate place for my last stand.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN -- THE DEAD GAME -- PART 6

Another day in Oasis, Florida.
Another perfect day.
A party at the desolate End House
Leaves two party members missing
And the rest fleeing for their lives.

The Sheriff sits alone in his office,
Waiting for word about the party.
No phone calls.
And no deputy.
A deputy gone missing when needed most.

Louise runs ahead of Mike and David,
Down the treacherous back steps of End House.
Steep steps offering a long drop into the ocean.
The beach offers its own obstacles.
Swirling masses of sand hit her in the face.
Almost blinded, she makes it to the gazebo in the park.

Why has she come here?
Better to have gone straight to the Sheriff.
But something is pulling her forward.
Not a thing but an invisible force.
She feels like a puppet on a string,
Being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.

A noose hangs in the gazebo,
Swaying in the quickening breeze.
Who put it there?
Maybe by those hooded creatures,
Who are circling the gazebo and chanting.

"More games.
I hate games.
But even more,
I hate The Dead.
I refuse to join in the fun.

"Wait!
How did I get up here?
The noose is around my neck!
And those creatures are leering at me.
The leader has a deep voice that sounds familiar.
Could they be human?
Oh no! Now I recognize one of them.
But it's too late for me.
And too late for the town."

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD

THE DEAD


The Dead are now here.
I cower in fear.
I see Louise hanging
While The Dead are laughing.
They circle her body with their hoods on.
What have we done for this to come upon?
Their evil chanting flows to me through the air,
Lifting every single one of my hair.
Their leader is lifting his arms to the sky.
For my poor Louise, this is a sad goodbye.
I must run for help from the Sheriff.
For soon the rest of us will perish.

THE DEAD GAME

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ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

THE NOOSE

The hanging noose is here.
Everything is clear.
The Dead are taking me down.
They want to clean up the town.
“Let’s get rid of Louise,” they say.
“Let her be the first one to pay.”
They are circling me round and round.
I’m hanging with my feet off the ground.
I can recognize one of the creatures.
I’ve already seen those set of features.
But it’s too late for me and the town.
It’s staring at me with a big frown.
“Cheer up,” I want to scream at it.
“Since I’m the one whose buying it.”

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GAZEBO IN THE DARK

GAZEBO IN THE DARK


The thick darkness surrounds me from all sides.  
The storm is brewing with the rising tides.
Up ahead is the gazebo in the clearing.
I do not like the sound of the wind I’m hearing.  
Tonight it is deserted and eerie.
 I wonder if anyone will see me.  
There are candles lit inside.  
There won’t be a place to hide.
I’m being pulled into the light.
I refuse to give up my fight.  
A noose is hanging up above for me.  
Soon I’ll be bait for the fish in the sea.

THE DEAD GAME

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BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY

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BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY


Fly away my butterfly.

Up into the clearing sky.

Away from this park.

Away from the  dark.

        I wish I could fly with you.

        To a sky clear and blue.

         I want to be free from this fight,

         But this noose is holding me tight.

         Farewell to Oasis and my friends.

         This shouldn’t be how the story ends.

         THE DEAD GAME

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DEADLY GAMES

THE DEAD GAME

I don’t want to be here.
Why did I accept the invitation?
An unsigned invitation.
To a party at a deserted house.
A house with a sinister history.
A history of unsolved disappearances.
What had happened to these people?
What will happen to us?
One group is trapped in the basement.
Our group is fleeing for our lives.
Will be caught and killed?
Who is hanging in the gazebo?
Is that one of ours?
Will there be time to get the sheriff?
Someone help us!
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THE PUPPET MASTER

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THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

     While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.
     The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.
     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 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.
     After 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.
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ANY VOLUNTEERS?

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The noose is waiting.
It needs a victim.
Who wants to be one?
You have no choice.
The Dead will pick their victims.
How do you want to die today?
You should have remained indoors.
No good comes to those who wander
the streets of Oasis at night.

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THE GAZEBO IN THE PARK

THE GAZEBO IN THE PARK

The gazebo stands in the middle
of the town park.
In the daylight hours, it welcomes tourists
and residents with its colorful trellis of flowers.
Children love to play in this creative wonder.
At night, its true nature is revealed.
It stands dark and silent, waiting…
On this night, flickering candles can be
seen in its dark recesses.
A noose is dangling from its wide beams.
Does it have unwelcome visitors?
Who are they waiting for?
Are they waiting for the innocent of Oasis
to wander into its dark depths?
Would you like to be one of them?
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EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME

EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME

Susanne Leist

EXCERPT OF THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

The noose was beckoning to Louise from inside the gazebo. She had to enter, whether she wanted to or not. The game was set and ready to be played.

While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.

The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.

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.

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