THE CLOWN OF YOUR NIGHTMARES

cuprikorn:i want that lemon by laurenmarek on Flickr.

A day of fun for all.

Follow the bouncing ball

past the booths of games

to the house of mirrors.

Inside, you’ll find me,

a clown of your nightmares,

ready to take you on a tour

that will lead to endless horrors.

This isn’t a carnival

but a voyage into your nightmares.

Buckle your seat belts

and enjoy the ride.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist

THE CARNIVAL

THE CARNIVAL 

I open my eyes 

and to my surprise,

I’m at a carnival.

I’m chased into a tent.

My reflections surround me

on all sides.
I touch a mirror.

My hand flows through,

my body soon follows.

I’m in a dark basement.

The floor begins to turn. 

I hear laughter, 

“I’m back.”


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TAKE ME AWAY

I’m swinging through the sky.

Take me high, oh so high.

I see people as dots

And cars in parking lots.

Wind is flowing through my hair.

As I cling tight to my chair.

Take me away, far away.

To somewhere special today.

THE CARNIVAL

The carnival calls to me.

Sounds of laughter

float to me in the distance.

I want to be there.

I want to be a child again

for one afternoon.

Go back in time when

life was enjoyed to its fullest.

I will dip my toes in the sand

and run to the carnival.

I will buy cotton candy and

eat it with sticky fingers.

I will ride the ferris wheel

until I am dizzy from the height.

Children are running to the rides.

I am one of them.

For this afternoon,

I am one of them.

A CHILD FOR THE AFTERNOON

The carnival is calling to me.
I could hear the sound of
laughter in the distance.
I want to go.
I want to be a child again
for one afternoon.
Go back in time when
life was enjoyed to its fullest.
I will dip my toes in the sand
and run to the carnival.
I will buy cotton candy and
eat it with sticky fingers.
I will ride the Ferris Wheel
until I am dizzy from the heights.
I can hear the bumper cars
bashing against each other.
I see children running to the rides.
I am one of them.
For this afternoon,
I will be one of them.

WELCOME TO THE DEAD

Linda is stuck in a nightmare.
At least she thinks it’s a nightmare.
A nightmare in a carnival,
where clowns are chasing her.
She soon finds herself in the fun house.
She runs past mirrors and distortions
of her own reflection.
She runs through a mirror and finds
herself in a deserted house by the beach.
A house similar to End House but yet different.
Could she be re-living the deadly party at End House?
If she is, then she must go down to the basement.
The basement where the evil is centered.
She must find a way out.
The way they did on the night of the party.
But now she’s alone.
Could she still find her way out?

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A HORROR STORY

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Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans

A great setting for a murder mystery.
A dead body found…
Let’s think of a good spot.
A body found in the jaws
of the alligator statue.
The police look for clues.
The officer steps into the fun house.
Little does he know,
but the fun house doesn’t have a floor.
He steps in and falls into a deep ditch.
One down.
The next officer checks the top
of the long slide.
He feels himself being pushed
down the colorful slide and
his head hits the bottom with a bang.
Another down.
The last officer tries to start the Ferris Wheel
and guess what?
He’s electrocuted for his efforts.
The murderer chuckles and shuffles
off his merry way.
He didn’t even need the clown costume.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

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I was looking through pictures online to find one
that would cheer me up on such a dreary day.
Look what I found!
An elephant with its baby made to look like a circus.
A circus can be fun with balloons and lights.
Don’t forget the elephants and tigers.
A circus can also be scary.
There are clowns and men throwing knives.
That’s it!
My mind has drifted to the creepy again.
I guess that’s why my book contains a scene
in a circus, where someone is being chased by
clowns and knife-throwers.
The character doesn’t know if she’s in a nightmare or actually
running for her life through a maze of mirrors.
You can’t teach an animal new tricks—in this case me.
A circus will always be a frightful place for me, and my
dark thoughts will always lead me there.