PREY FOR THE DEAD – BOOK TWO

A long-buried secret emerges from the ruins of End House…

Five years of peace has ended for the residents of Oasis. Evil returns to wreak havoc on the seaside resort.

Linda Bennett’s dreams of happiness have always eluded her. Five years ago, she moved to Florida from New York to escape heartache. The Dead vampires and their leader, Wolf, had ruined any hopes of peace for her and her friends. Surrounded by vampires and hybrids—human vampires, Linda finds solace in her bookstore. Then one morning, the lights go out and an explosion rocks her shop and any future dreams for a happy ending.

Have The Dead and Wolf returned to exact their revenge on Oasis?

Linda and her close friends—Shana, David, and Louise—race to where lightning converges on an isolated spot behind the town. A sinkhole replaces End House’s former site. Around the hole stand The Watchers—the vampire police, the group of five hybrids, and The Elders—the local vampire leaders. Echoing from inside the dark pit are the voices of Father John, the vampire hunter, and Abe, the head Watcher. Trapped with them in the tunnels below Oasis is the magical door that controls time.

From this moment, Linda and Shana become embroiled in the twisted escapades of Todd, Sheriff Sam, and The Elders as they search for The Dead at an exclusive club in Disney World. Death and mayhem follow their every step. A masquerade ball and a romp through the tunnels lead to a showdown in the swamps of southern Florida.

Can Linda choose between Gregg and Todd—the two hybrids who compete for her heart and are at war on opposing sides? Will she find her happy ending?

Will Oasis survive the battle between good and evil?

FOLLOW US TO HELL

The night holds you too tight.

You must not fear or fight.

You belong to us now.

I say this with a bow.

You will follow us to hell.

As we ring the nightly bell.

Our servant you will be.

You’ll never be set free.

The town belongs to us.

No reason for a fuss.

The Dead are here to stay.

Come with us and play.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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Goodbye to Oasis

Goodbye to Oasis

THE DEAD GAME – Goodbye to Oasis

Waves crashing to shore.
I can’t take much more.
Water hitting my face.
I can’t keep this fast pace.

Creatures at my back.
My world turns to black.
Fear fills me with dread.
It’s the walking dead.

I flee the streets of town,
Sidewalks a muddy brown.
The horrors follow me,
Nowhere safe left for me.

I can see the church’s tower.
It used to be the town’s power.
Now it stands defeated and dark.
I must cut through the shadowed park.

What future is there for this town?
Everything is upside down.
The Dead have come for us at last.
We will soon be part of the past.

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Deadly Games

The waves rise in anger.

The sky burns red.

Birds flee from their perches.

Animals run for hiding.

The tides bring death.

Dark creatures soar from the deep.

They converge on our town

On horseless chariots.

Dark shadows roam the streets.

Tourists grabbed for their deadly games.

All evidence wiped clean in the morning

Of their deadly rampage through town.

THE DEAD GAME

BLACK AS NIGHT

Dark as death,
Black as the night,
The evil one has come
For me tonight.

My heart pounds a beat.
He sees me and more.
He walks the dark street.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot even hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble​ in despair.
Their faces are tilting
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the winds.
His body whispers past me.
Soft in the trade winds​.
​
He takes me in flight,
Up to the laughing moon.
I can’t see his face.
I’ll be his all too soon.

I close my eyes in defeat.
His cold lips crush mine.
I search for a way to retreat.
I search for a sign.​

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

PARADISE LOST

PARADISE LOST 

A town full of happiness and joy

Has turned sad like a broken toy.

Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,

Frightened residents are on the run.

Dark shadows roam the eerie night.

Victims abound from their fierce bite.

Hell hath no fury like a vampire’s wrath.

They plow down whoever is in their path.

We must kill the creatures of hell,

Then we’ll have a story to tell

Of how we survived an apocalypse.

A sad but true story from our own lips.

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THE SUN SHINES ALL DAY

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.

The ocean sparkles green and blue
Like a wrapped present just for you.
The soft sand is so white and clean.
Perfection has no in-between.

Oasis is perfect to get away.
It is the best place I can safely say.
Except for the desolate night
That might offer us a big fright.

Dark shadows come out from their homes.
The sun uncovers only bones.
What happens at night is a mystery
Along with Oasis’ long history.

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play,
And the sun shines all day.

THE DEAD GAME

FROZEN BEACHES

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Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds pick up their pace.

Hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

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HOUSE OF SHADOWS

HOUSE OF SHADOWS

“Come to me,” the house whispers.
A whisper on the cold wind.
A streak of lightning.
A rumble of thunder.
What else has the house in store for us?
Strange lights in the windows.
The lights becomes dancing figures.
What goes on at night at End House?
Dare we find out?

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CALM BEFORE THE STORM

The Dead are rising.

Cemeteries and crypts will be busy.

Wine will be flowing and so will the blood.

Come out, come out wherever you are!

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Time is passing.

Night is approaching.

The moon is rising.

Dark shadows will walk the streets.

Take shelter before it is too late, 

before you become one with the shadows.

Life can change in seconds.

The sun can be shining.

Then in moments, 

you’re engulfed in a storm.

Palm trees are swaying in the wind.

Rooftops are flying.

The Dead don’t take prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

“Should I walk up the stairs?

Should I peek into the window?

Should I see if the door is locked?

Do you think anyone is home?

It seems to be deserted.”

Linda hesitates.

Her friends close behind.

The house sighs.

It waits.

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ALIVE

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The house has come alive.

A thick darkness descending.

Snakes slithering in their cages.

Man-eating plants standing at attention.

Tree limbs grabbing my arms.

Roots wrapping around my legs.

The greenery moving closer.

The door drifting farther away.

Will we make it in time?

Before we’re trapped.

What’s next?

Quicksand?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist