Another night in Oasis

lifeisthefight:

The clouds drift by.

The moon casts its glare.

Time moves in slow motion.

Florida weaves its spell.

The town is asleep.

There’s a rustle in the trees.

A cry in the night.

A hint of evil.

A whisper of things to come.

A body left on shore.

Will there be more?

Another night in Oasis, Florida.

THE DEAD GAME

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DIE

Not so easy to kill The Dead.

A knife through the eye.

Won’t kill them.

A drink of poison.

Won’t kill them.

Let’s add some sunlight.

A sure hot spot for them.

A beheading for dinner.

Will clear the riffraff away.

A witch’s spell could do the trick.

Be careful of your weapon of choice.

The Dead don’t die easily.

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LOST IN THE FOREST

Where can I hide?
47 minutes agoWhere can I hide?

They see it all
Know it all
I’m lost
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A BODY IN THE NIGHT

lifeisthefight

The clouds drift by.

The moon casts its glare.

Time moves in slow motion.

Florida weaves its spell.

The town is asleep.

There’s a rustle in the trees.

A cry in the night.

A hint of evil.

A whisper of things to come.

A body left on shore.

Will there be more?

Another night in Oasis, Florida.

THE DEAD GAME

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MEAN KITTY IS HERE TO STAY

MEAN KITTY IS HERE TO STAY

Watch out!
I’m putting a spell on you.
A really big and scary one.
You better run for safety.
The mean kitty is here to stay.

THE DEAD HAVE RISEN

THE TIME HAS COME.
THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.
THEY TAKE NO PRISONERS.
JOIN THE DEAD.
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 95

While Todd drove, Linda thought about Wolf’s house with its stark concrete walls and blacked-out windows. Was he blocking people from looking in or out? Maybe we’ll find out something useful in the house. That is, if he allows us inside. She hoped that Todd was one of the good guys—but she wasn’t too sure of anything anymore.
The weather got colder and windier. Leaves and dust blew into the car. Maybe Wolf was expecting them.
Charles Wolf was standing at the front door of his house…standing ramrod straight…waiting for them. But how did he know that they would be visiting today?
“This is very disturbing,” said Shana. “Maybe I can remain in the car while the two of you check out the house…”
“Don’t be afraid; we have big bad Todd to protect us,” said Linda.
Todd smirked at Linda as he got out of the car and opened the doors for both of them. He had to pry the door handle from Shana’s tight grasp. She gave up and stepped out of the car to join them. They marched up to the front door.
“Welcome to my humble abode! I had a strong feeling that I was going to have visitors today so I had my housekeeper prepare tea for us,” boomed Wolf in a deep voice. Linda hadn’t realized that he was so overpowering, with his thick dark hair and cold black eyes. He stood proud and tall, watching their approach.
Linda remembered him from her early-morning jog when she’d seen him walking his dog and he’d refused to acknowledge her cheerful greeting. She feared that he would make a very dangerous adversary. She gazed up at Todd. He was staring back at Wolf. Todd was as big and looked much smarter.
“We’re not here for tea, Wolf. We’re here to question you about Friday night when our friends went missing from End House,” said Todd.
“What could I possibly know about that?” Wolf moved closer to Todd to stare him down.
“Not only is your house the closest to End House, but you’re also on the Board of Directors of the company that owns the house,” replied Todd, glaring back at Wolf.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 54

     They entered a dark and musty-smelling living room. The room was lit by the orange glow radiating from the fire in the wide brick fireplace on the far wall. Two old, shabby couches faced one another in front of the fire. The only other furniture in the room consisted of two empty end tables. The wallpaper had a greenish color, and was peeling off in many spots.

     As they stood before the fire, the intense heat began spreading toward them. It felt much hotter than the heat coming from the fire alone, Shana thought—and that couldn’t mean anything good for them.

      She noticed a dark substance dripping down the walls. She grabbed hold of Todd’s arm and pointed. “Something is trickling down the walls!”

     Todd walked over to the wall beside the fireplace to examine it closer. He touched the wall and then checked his finger. “It’s just blood,” he remarked.

     “What do you mean ‘just blood’? How could that be unimportant? If there’s blood, then there could be dead bodies of animals…or even people!” cried out a frantic Shana. At times she couldn’t believe how callous and unaffected Todd could be about the people around him.

WHAT'S LEFT OF ME

a-thelittledevil:

I USED TO BE A REAL CAT.
NOW I’M JUST A SHADOW
OF WHAT I USED TO BE.

AN EYE ON YOU

blackoutraven:

I’M KEEPING MY EYE ON YOU.