TEA FOR TWO

areyou-stillawake
Banana Brain – Die Antwoord

Tea for two.

One for me.

One for you.

Mine is sweet.

Yours is not.

Some good sleep

from this old pot.

OUIJA BOARD

Ouija Board

Take my hand,

and I will speak

through you.

As the spirits

enter your body,

you will speak in their voices;

you will hear their thoughts.

Let the darkness descend.

The Dead are here.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist

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BLACK CAT OUIJA

Stay away from here. Death I cannot bear. I’m telling a horror tale with each wag of my fine tail. Tourists disappear into the thin air. One day they’re right here. Next day they’re nowhere. THE DEAD GAME http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP 

OUIJA BOARD

Source:blooming-pain

Oh, Ouija Board,

will you bring me spirits?

Spirits of the light.

Ones of the damned.

I feel their presence.

Sighs in the night.

Cold breath on my face.

Icy fingers at my neck.

Squeezing.

Too tight.

Much too tight…

A SPOT OF EVIL

kaltmesser1

A spot of evil.

A dash of hell.

A drop of blood.

And your Grimoire.

A mighty spell

will vanquish The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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A BOOK OF EVIL

Source:little-dead-rotting-hood

A book of evil.

A book of the devil.

Does it exist?

It exists in Oasis, Florida.

It’s revered and honored.

Its worshippers are many.

Its followers are fierce.

Few survive.

THE DEAD GAME

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A BIT FEY

I walk with the living at day.

They do not hear I word I say.

They assume I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run through the trees,

Flying faster than bees.

At day, my true self hides away.

People believe I might be fey.

At night, I walk with others.

Closer to me than brothers.

“Who are you?” you might timidly ask.

Be careful, I’ll take you to the task.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

LAMENT FOR THE DEAD

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.

Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them, we must pray. 

Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.

Who will save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons? 

Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone. 

THE DEAD GAME

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OUIJA

Come here.

Let me tell you a story.

A sad story of loss.

Move closer.

Watch the letters.

A message from the dead.

Soon you will be one too.

PRELUDE TO BOOK II – THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Has End House returned to Oasis?

Our chanting had cast it to sea.
 
It can’t be back.
 
We can’t be under attack.

Silence fills the forest.

A cold breeze tickles my arms.

I follow the path through

a thick copse of trees.

The sky darkens.

A shadow looms in the distance.

I enter the clearing.

Seagulls cry and swoop low.

I halt by a deep hole.

The spot where End House had stood.

A hard shove

And I’m falling.

Laughter follows my descent.

I hit rock bottom. 

A tunnel stretches before me.

Light at its end.

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES

PRELUDE TO BOOK II

TEA FOR TWO

areyou-stillawake

Banana Brain – Die Antwoord

Tea for two.

One for me.

One for you.

Mine is sweet.

Yours is not.

Some good sleep

from this old pot.

GHOST TALES

Source:blooming-pain

Oh, Ouija Board,

please bring me spirits.

Spirits of the light

and ones of the damned.

I want to hear their tales

of past lives and woes.

I want to feel

their ghostly presence.

Their dead breath

on my face.

I  feel their cold breath.

Shrieks fill the night.

Icy fingers trail down my face.

They’re at my neck.

Squeezing.

Too tight.

Much too tight…

MAGIC

vetyr

Suburban witch

MAGIC

The new spring blooms colors.

But who even bothers

to breathe the sweet air?

I don’t have a care.

My car fails to start,

a walk in the park.

I raise my small hand.

Gone is the quicksand.

I race down the hill,

a heavenly thrill.

Shocked faces turn to me.

Only houses I see.

THE MIGHTY SPELL

kaltmesser1

Mare (live in Kraków)

A spot of evil.

A dash of hell.

A flicker of candlelight.

A skull or two.

Are you prepared

To fight The Dead?

Don’t forget your spell book.

A mighty spell can take them down.

THE DEAD GAME

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