A PUZZLE

Life is a mystery,

A puzzle of its own.

You need to fill it in,

So you won’t be alone.

A MYSTERY

Life is a mystery.

A puzzle all its own.

Help fill it in.

It’s waiting for you.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 114

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 114

Linda and Shana had to find answers to what was happening to their town. Young girls were disappearing and never heard from again. Strange shadows were stalking them in the evenings. What was going on?

They followed Main Street until it ended at the sheriff’s office. A narrow dirt road led the rest of the way from town. It ran past the bed and breakfast and the huge isolated mansion, before it curved farther inland to join the bustling highway.
The sun was perched low in the sky, making everything around them appear hazy. In the distance, Linda caught a quick glimpse of the bed and breakfast with its purple gingerbread trim. Then the building seemed to be floating in the air. Linda had to blink her eyes several times to clear her vision so that she could see the pretty house with its wide porch. She was afraid that she was beginning to lose touch with reality.
They turned off the road to walk up the path leading up to the front door. Nothing seemed to grow anywhere near the house: only sand and pebbles. They climbed the stairs and walked right in, since the door was standing wide open. Taking time for her eyes to adjust to the dark room, she noticed Abe Halloway sitting alone at the front desk, looking up at them. His wife, Anna, was standing nearby, dusting the dainty furniture with a feather duster.
Abe came around from the desk to stand before them. Anna stopped dusting to stand beside him. They looked like they’d just stepped out of the American Gothic painting of the overalls-clad farmers—they just needed a pitchfork between the two of them. She didn’t understand why Abe always dressed in overalls, while Anna wore dresses from another century.
They were both smiling now, so Linda walked over to greet them with a huge smile plastered on her face. “Hi! We were just taking a walk and realized that we haven’t visited this house in a long time. We never see either of you in town anymore.”
They didn’t answer, but just watched her. Linda decided to attempt a different approach—it might not be as tactful, but what the hell; they were in real trouble. “Something bad is going on in town. People are disappearing and are even getting killed. Not only are we afraid, but so are the fishermen and their families. Have you heard anything about the weird goings-on in town?”

END HOUSE

artchipel:

END HOUSE

This picture perfectly represents the scene where the young

residents of Oasis entered End House for the first time.

              The deserted house stood alone at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean. No one was there to greet them except absolute quiet and darkness. It was supposed to have been a surprise party for them, but there was no host to greet them. There were no other guests.
              In the main hallway, a marble staircase faced them. Candles were lit on the staircase and along the house’s right hallway, daring them to venture farther into the house. The split up into two groups: the first group followed the candles downstairs; while the second group climbed the staircase to check out the upstairs.
              What lay ahead for this group of friends? Will they make it out alive from this house? Who is the mysterious host who had planned this fake party? Will there be games for them to play? And if so, will these games be innocent or deadly?
                 Read “The Dead Game” by Susanne Leist to find these answers and much more.

http://outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame
http://amazon.com/author/thedeadgame
http://amzn.com/1478704489
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

FOLLOW THE CANDLES

FOLLOW THE CANDLES.
THEY WILL LEAD YOU DOWN
THE DARK HALLWAYS OF END HOUSE.
SURPRISES ARE IN STORE FOR ANYONE
WHO VENTURES UPSTAIRS OR DOWN
THE STAIRS TO THE BASEMENT.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/Dead-Game-Susanne-Leist-ebook/dp/B00F3IWF70/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395621978&sr=1-1&keywords=the+dead+game

DEATH IS COMING FOR YOU!

darkestdee:

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DEATH IS COMING FOR YOU.
DON’T WAIT FOR IT.
RUN!
RUN THROUGH END HOUSE!
BUT WAIT, THE ROOMS IN THE HOUSE
FORM A LOOP.
YOU MUST FIND YOUR WAY OUT
BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE.
GET OUT BEFORE THE GAMES BEGIN.
THE DEAD DON’T TAKE PRISONERS.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

 

http://www.amazon.com/Dead-Game-Susanne-Leist-ebook/dp/B00F3IWF70/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1395335699&sr=1-1&keywords=the+dead+game

 

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

 

OUR MINDS WILL SET US FREE

OUR MINDS WILL SET US FREE

 

Our minds will set us free!

 

Are we stuck in our paths?
Do we go around and around in circles?
We must escape this trap.
We must use our minds to free ourselves.

 

The sky is lit up.
Lightning streaks across the sky.
Sounds of thunder can be heard in the distance.
The Dead are coming to town.
Beware!

• 

Night has come.
The moon is rising.
The shadows are moving.
The birds have come out to play
And so have The Dead.
The Dead Game

• 

Who are we?
Are we more than one person inside?
We can find these people in our dreams
Or in our nightmares.
Sweet Dreams.

 

Follow the path to End House.
It is a dark and dreary path,
But you never know what you may find.
Will the house be welcoming
Or will it be waiting for you with bated breath?
Who is else may be waiting for you?
You will never know unless you continue on the path.
The script has already been written.
You really have no choice but to follow it.
The Dead games have begun.

WHERE AM I?

WHY AM I HERE?
IS IT MY TURN TO DIE?
WHO IS WAITING FOR ME BEYOND THE GRAVES?
IS THAT MY DEAD FAMILY?
OR IS THIS ONLY A BAD DREAM?
LET’S HOPE.