A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

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A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

 

A house balanced at the edge.

Daring all to enter its domain.

A black invitation in hand.

We go to the party.

Faced with deadly traps.

We run for our lives.

Down the rocks.

To the beach.

Winds bashing our faces.

Lightning lighting our way.

To the park.

To a gazebo lit by candles. 

A hanging body inside.

Will this night ever end?

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THE END HAS COME

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They fly against the windows.

Trying to enter the Town Hall.

Our shelter from the storm.

They’ve found us.

Windows break.

Glass rains upon us.

The end has come.

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DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY

Let’s dance at the party in the glass house.

Candles light up its rounded walls.

A glowing green-glassed ball.

Dancers dressed in their party finery.

Dance around the statues of men and women.

Frozen forever in their glass tombs.

Sound like fun?

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THE DEAD GAME -- BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

THE DEAD GAME -- BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
Of End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

 A freak storm is what had happened.
The innocent family living here
Had disappeared into the raging waves
Of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we are locked in its basement.
We've already made it through 
Swinging traps and circular saws.
No way out but forward.

Three closed doors are standing before us. 
The horrors behind the first two doors 
Had almost killed us. 
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
It's dark.
Cages on the walls hold wild animals
Behind the metal bars.

Mike walks in first.
His eyes roam the room,
Searching for a possible escape 
From this hell hole.

He turns around.
The animals are suddenly free 
And are moving closer.
He could feel his heart beating faster.

The animals are breathing down his neck,
Getting ready to pounce.
David calls out that
He's found a door.

We are running down the stairs to the beach.
Flying creatures are swiping at us,
Trying to throw us into the ocean.
We stare down at the sharp rocks...

Their journey has only just begun. 

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END HOUSE

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We must flee down the stairs.

Away from the deadly party.

Away from End House.

Leaving our friends behind.

And our mysterious host.

Who planned the party?

Who set the traps?

We must escape to the beach.

To town.

Where help waits.

Or not.

THE DEAD GAME

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