Showing posts with label invitation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label invitation. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

BALANCED AT THE EDGE



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

Sunday, February 26, 2017

TRAPPED







HELP ME
I’m trapped in the house.
The house at the edge of the forest.
A forest of darkness and nightmares.
Why did I attend this party?
An invitation to a night of games.
Games played to the death.
Revolving rooms.
Cages descend.
Blood.
Bones.
No more.
I must get out.
THE DEAD can’t win this time.
We must fight for our lives.
THE DEAD GAME

Thursday, January 26, 2017

THE GATES





THE GATES
The gates encircle the property,
Their sharp edges pointing to the sky.
They deter all visitors,
Keeping the evil inside.
The house holds many secrets,
Some strange and unbelievable.
Windows are eyes to the soul
And mirrors to the unknown.
End House has invited us,
Extending a fancy invitation.
Do we dare follow our curiosity,
Or listen to our pounding hearts?
We are here for the night.
Time will only tell.
Whether we make it to morning
In this unholy hell.
THE DEAD GAME

Thursday, December 8, 2016

FOLLOW THE CANDLES









End House is dark and deserted.
The invitation called for a party.
No one is here to greet us.
Flickering candles line the hallway,
Beckoning us to follow.
Gargoyles tower over the carpeted staircase.
The door behind us locks shut.
What do we do now?
THE DEAD GAME 

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

HELP ME






Why did I accept the invitation?
An unsigned invitation
to a party at a deserted house.
A house with a sinister history.
A history of unsolved disappearances.
One group is trapped in the basement.
Our group is fleeing for our lives.
Sand hits us in the face.
Trees swipe at us
as we reach the walkway.
A body hangs in the gazebo.
Is it one of ours?
Will there be time to get the Sheriff?
It sways back and forth in the wind.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle

Nook

Friday, October 14, 2016

CURIOSITY





A party in a deserted house.
Who sent us the invitation?
Is anyone living here now?
Curiosity killed the cat.
And maybe it will get us too.
Come with us.
The more the merrier.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

Sunday, September 11, 2016

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN



thedeadgameblog:
“ OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 30
How does a simple invitation to a party
Become the catalyst for The Dead’s games?
We arrive at End House in our party clothes,
Not suspecting the horrors that lie in wait.
The...
How does a simple invitation to a party
Become the catalyst for The Dead’s games?
We arrive at End House in our party clothes,
Not suspecting the horrors that lie in wait.
The door bell gongs through the empty rooms
As a cold wind pushes us inside.
Candlelight flickers down the right hallway
And up the gargoyle-protected staircase.
We stand huddled together in fear,
Afraid to take another step into the unknown.
Two groups search the house for the missing host,
But no signs of a party can be found.
The empty rooms yield no people,
Only the smell of fear and the dying.
My group trudges down the basement stairs.
All too soon we are trapped behind the locked door.
The basement floor is filling with water.
What was once dry is now wet and cold.
Clanging noises fill the thick air around us,
Revealing cages with sharp metal spikes.
They descend from the ceiling by chains,
Converging on Edward who’s trapped in the pool.
Tim screams in despair over his roommate
And jumps into the dark water to save his friend.
He falls face first into the black water
As circular saws descend to join the game.
Edward dodges the deadly devices,
Bringing Tim to safety on the opposite side.
They disappear through a doorway
That quickly dissolves back into the stone wall.
I refuse to play this game any longer.
I must escape from this so-called party.
I will try one of the three new doors
That have appeared on the opposite wall.
The third door yields a round bricked tower
With a gated opening at the top.
I slowly climb the sharp bricks,
Using my hands and feet to pull myself up.
A loud noise comes from above.
The gate is crashing down to one side.
Of course, it’s the side that I’m clinging to.
I close my eyes and say a quick prayer.
 heavy gate somehow misses me,
Loosening dozens of bricks on its way down.
I could’ve been swatted like an ant,
But for some reason I’ve been spared.
Mike refuses to check any more doors
After the one he checks yields a bottomless pit.
It’s all left to David to open the last door
To find a possible escape from this hell hole
Our games have just begun.
THE DEAD GAME

Saturday, December 26, 2015

THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD



The road to End House is dark.
It winds through a thick forest.
What will we find there?
The invitation promises fun and games.
Will there be a party for us in the deserted house?
A surprise party?
Who are we kidding?
Of course, there won’t be a party or people.
There might be some dead bodies.
The house has a long and morbid history.
Let’s go and find out.
We must be all crazy.
But here we go!
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle

Nook