What lies hidden beneath End House?
Familiar faces & bony countenances.
A cacophony of moans & sounds.
A community of creatures living in the tunnels.
Friends who might be returning to the living,
Or the living who might be joining the dead.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
You tell me there’s nothing to fear
since The Dead will soon be here.
Waves cascade to the shore.
I don’t believe The Dead’s lore.
Nothing can ruin this paradise.
Yet, cold fear runs through me like ice.
Now, the winds quicken their speed,
but I still refuse to heed.
I give a last glance at the trees,
and they are falling to their knees.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Brutal winds follow close on my heels,
Thunder and lightning join the crusade.
Fluorescent lights paint the night sky,
Rings of orange, yellow, and red.
A vortex of horror in unending circles
Makes its way to the small town of Oasis,
Where I will be waiting with a sword in hand,
Secure in the knowledge Wolf won’t win.
The Watchers have joined the battle.
They stand on the hill beyond,
Their raincoats flapping in the wind,
Concealing their cache of weapons.
We will protect Linda from the devil,
An army standing strong against the winds.
The Father clutches his bible of spells,
Ready to cast the evil from our town.
We have come together as one,
Humans, vampires, and human vampires.
The last battle on this earthly planet,
Which will determine our combined fate.
Linda clings to her friends,
Huddled together in the storm.
Will she choose wisely and correctly?
Will she choose me above The Dead?
The time has come for the showdown.
Time has slowed to a halt.
We raise our weapons above our heads,
Waiting for evil to make its final appearance.
Wolf has been given a new body,
But I recognize his deadly soul.
A new package for an old one
Does not change the battle to be won.
Our games have just begun.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
The mansion is dreary.
One should be leery
of entering its gate.
Better leave it to fate.
Each room offers a view
of history for you.
Beautifully furnished rooms
swept clean by invisible brooms.
“Who lives here?” you might ask
if you dare take him to the task.
“Only I,” he might reply
with a twinkle in his eye.
He steps closer to me.
His eyes are red I can see.
Is he a creature of the night?
My heart pounds with fright.
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I stroll past the storefronts,
tinted windows mirroring the fading sunlight.
I descend the steps to the beach,
soft sand trickling through my toes.
The sky turns black,
the clouds a dark gray.
The waves thrash in a demented dance,
and the wind propels me forward.
I race to Main Street,
palm trees bowing in unison.
Howling winds toss garbage cans,
and debris coats the streets.
The windows hang broken and twisted,
glass crunching beneath my feet.
The saddest sight is the church.
The once-white church stands charcoal-black.
The Dead are here.
The games have begun.
A more beautiful place cannot be,
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore,
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
Are you invited to a party?
Can it be at End House?
A deserted house at the edge
Of the forest in Oasis, Florida.
People have disappeared from this house,
Never to be seen or heard from again.
Are you going to this party?
I admire your courage.
Your tenacity.
I will tell you what you may expect.
No one will answer your knock on the door.
The door will open by itself,
Inviting you to step inside.
Flickering candles and gargoyles line the staircase.
Your group will divide into two.
The first group will follow the staircase candles.
Your group will follow the flickering
lights in the right hallway to the basement.
Which group will find the elusive host?
Who will survive to tell the tale?
Only I know.
For I am one of The Dead.
We love our games.
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A more beautiful place cannot be,
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore,
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
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The night is here
and much too soon.
Darkness descends
with the full moon.
I shiver from the cold
as a strong wind whips past.
The moon hovers closer.
I hope this doesn’t last.
Dark shadows gather.
Trees fade in the mist.
Night has won again.
I can’t handle this.
The moon’s glare defeats me.
I retreat to my lair.
With the wind at my back,
I must escape from here.
THE DEAD GAME
I’m over here.
I can smell your fear.
You won’t be alone.
I can hear your moan.
I’ll be rising soon
On the next full moon.
I’ll rise from down under
On lightning and thunder.
You will not recognize me.
I’ll be different you see.
My new body is strong.
Now, do not get me wrong.
I still love you, my dear.
Of that, please have no fear.
Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
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