WATCH OUT BELOW

THE CREEPING LIQUID

Mysterious under-door seepages - “I Do” (1921)

The creeping liquid from my nightmares..

It is now alive in my book, THE DEAD GAME.

     They are racing down the staircase, carrying their children, eager to reach the front door. Diane stops dead in her tracks. A dark red substance is oozing into the house from under the door, creeping across the floor, devouring everything in its wake. The circular rug and then the hall table disappear into the thick slime. It turns to make its way toward them.
     Mary hears a high-pitched keening cry coming from within the slime. She backs herself into a corner and screams,  “It’s going to swallow us!”
     “Run out the back!” John shouts above the children’s frightened sobbing. He pushes her ahead of him. “Don’t think. Just make sure you get out of this house and down the stairs to the beach. Or else you might be living here forever.”
     They climbthrough the destroyed kitchen, through detached pieces of ceiling, through broken pieces of cabinets and sharp shards from shattered dishes.
     Once outside, they're struck by flying debris. The patio is engulfed in a strong wind, which lifts the furniture high into the air. The white wicker pieces crash against each other, the broken pieces falling into the empty pool.
     The pool hadsbeen filled already twice this season. The house has a mind of its own: it wants the pool empty of water and her family gone; and it's making sure that it remains this way.
     The red liquid is creeping beneath the kitchen door, inching its way toward them. Mary screams above the sound of the howling wind. “It’s getting closer. It’s followed us outside. WE ARE ALL DEAD!”
      “We must escape now! Don’t look back! Just run!” Her husband shouts back.
      She gazes down the steep staircase to the rocky shore below, to the jagged rocks that are being beaten by the raging waves of the ocean. In her heart, she knows that their fate is not going to be much better.

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Sunday, December 6, 2015

THE DEAD ARE FOLLOWING ME

The nights are deadly.

Dark shadows stalk me.
I can’t escape them.
One is following me right now
From the party at End House.
The party to end all parties.
A deserted house filled
with traps and revolving rooms.
Just when I thought I was safe,
I have one of them chasing me.

I can hear its footsteps  behind me.

I can feel its hot breath on my neck.

I must keep running.

The wind flings leaves and dirt
at my already battered face.
I must not stop.
I keep running.
THE DEAD take no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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Saturday, December 5, 2015

SPLIT SECOND DECISION

You’re driving down the road at a high speed,
listening to the squeal of your tires in protest.
Your tires are nearing the edge,
a steep drop to sharp rocks.
Is this what you want?
Is the adrenaline rush worth it?
You have a split second
to make the right decision.
What choice will you make?

Friday, December 4, 2015

LOOK OUT BELOW

The stairs are slippery and wet.
The lights flicker and then all goes dark.
The door behind us slams shut.
It’s locked.
There’s no place to go but down.
Down to the basement of End House.
The deserted house overlooking 
the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
You can hear the waves hitting the house.
The basement floor is wet.
Are the ocean waters entering the house?
Or are we in for more surprises?
What is that sound?
Creaking noises are coming from above.
Huge cages are descending.
Circular saws soon follow.
What do we do now?
THE DEAD GAME has begun.

THE DEAD GAME
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Wednesday, December 2, 2015

THE DEAD GAME -- The Perfect Wave

Welcome to Oasis, Florida
where sunlight glistens on the pink sand.
Money flows like water at the Oasis Hotel.
Tourists forever searching 
for the perfect paradise.
The perfect wave.
The perfect partner.
The perfect party.
Night brings the perfect ones,
looking for their perfect partners.
Looking for innocents 
to join their deadly games.
Who will be alive come morning?
Only THE DEAD know.

THE DEAD GAME
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THE DEAD GAME -- IN THE BEGINNING

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Candles by simplysublime

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
IN THE BEGINNING

The town of Oasis is plagued by dark shadows. Shana and her friends plan their own line of defense. They believe Wolf is responsible for the deaths and disappearances in town.

      Shana's friends sit around her table in the back room of her mystical store with the lights off and the front door securely locked. A small candle on the table provides the only light in the room. Shadows on the walls sway back and forth with the motion of the flickering flame. Each time the shadows move, Shana jumps a little inside, remembering the dark figures that have been stalking her.
     Despite the fear racing through her icy veins, she says to the others, “We must confront Wolf on our own. "

Are they successful? Do they rid the town of the evil one and his followers?

Only The Dead know.

THE DEAD GAME

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Tuesday, December 1, 2015

THE OUIJA BOARD

What can you conjure up in the dark?
Do you see ghosts or demons?
Evil creatures that come out at night.
That’s what I see when I close
my eyes for the night.
The shadows become
hands reaching for me.
The air conditioner becomes
the moaning of the wind.
The creaking of the house turns
into the whispers of the dead.
Falling asleep is fun time for me.