SCARED TO DEATH

Source: cronicas-de-garoto 

They come in the night.

Take all with their might.

A town scared to death.

From their deadly breath.

I watch the town fall.

Come one and come all.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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A WARNING

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“I told you not to go into the house,

that no good was going to come of it.

‘A surprise party,’ you said.

Did you find a host or guests?

No. You found a deserted house.

Some traps and bloody saws.

A fireplace with falling limbs.

Have you had enough?

Yes? I thought so.

Now find your way out.”

The black bird flew away

with a wide grin on its dark face.

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I SEE YOU

I see you.

Walking down the street.

Lurking behind closed doors.

I can smell death.

Decay.

Fear.

Behind closed doors.

Come and play.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE RAVEN'S LAST CHANCE

nitratediva:

Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).

The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.
It sits as still as a lifeless statue.
But what if it isn’t lifeless?
What if it’s just waiting?
Waiting for the actor
to stop droning on.
For the room to become quiet
so that he could pounce.
The way he was supposed to
in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
He must perform for his namesake.
The world could use one less actor.
Couldn’t it?
Swoosh…

EYES TO THE WIND

The raven waits.
Sitting on its perch.
Eagle eyes to the wind.
Who is he waiting for?
Will he know when he sees it?
Wait.
His wings are spreading out.
About to take flight.
He lets out a screech.
He’s looking…
He’s looking at me.
Time to go.

THE RAVEN'S LAST CHANCE

nitratediva:

Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).

The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.
It sits as still as a lifeless statue.
But what if it isn’t lifeless?
What if it’s just waiting?
Waiting for the actor
to stop droning on.
For the room to become quiet
so that he could pounce on him.
The way he was supposed to
in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
He must perform for his namesake.
The world could use one less actor.
Couldn’t it?
Swoosh…

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 63

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 63

     Horrified by the deformed creatures, Linda slipped and lost her hold on the slimy rocks. She began to free fall through space…down into the nether reaches of End House. Flashing through her mind were disturbing images of the creatures living beneath the house. Were they somehow related to the creatures that drifted through town? Would she become one of them once she reached the bottom of the tunnel? Was there even a bottom to the tunnel? Would she continue falling forever? How…

     Todd’s booming voice interrupted her wild jumble of thoughts. Into the deep unyielding silence, Todd had yelled out, “Stop!” The tunnel obeyed his order and transformed itself back into stairs with the evil creatures retreating to wherever they’d come from.

     They were standing once again on top of the sweeping staircase. This time they made it all the way down.

EVIL

The personification of evil.