Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31073921-20170205190319

I live far up in the mountains away from civilization in a small cabin. It’s pretty cozy, it has a big fireplace with a huge oven to cook the deer and rabbits I hunt. Once in awhile some hikers or travelers come up to the mountain, and I always greet them warmly, and even let them stay for the night. This group of travelers were particularly… strange so to speak, and I won’t soon forget our experience. They came up in the early morning to my house looking for a place to stay for a while. The first notable features about them were that they were both very blonde, and had a big brown dog, which I assumed was for hunting but didn’t pry. I let them in and they thanked me with thick accents, I still can’t put my finger on what the accent was though.

I served them breakfast, which in this case was some toast, bacon, and a glass of orange juice. The woman wolfed it down, while the man just ate some of it. “So what are your names?” I asked, a little directly. The woman looked up from her plate, and said through a mouthful of food. “Juh-niz” She quickly swallowed what was in her mouth and spoke, this time clearly, “Sorry about that, Janice”. As she advanced to her juice the man looked at me and said “Tyler”. I smiled and sat next to them, and started to eat. After a while of seemingly awkward silence, I looked up again and said “So, what brings you two up here?” Tyler was about to talk, when the dog barked, and he bent down giving him a piece of bacon, while petting him. He looked back up at me and replied “It’s our honeymoon, we brought Buck here because we just couldn’t leave him” and he goes on to run Buck. I smiled another patented warm smile and said “Well congratulations.” And I left them to their business. Later in the afternoon they asked me to help them plot out a map across the mountain, and I cheerfully helped. Besides that they were quiet, and it was uneventful until dinner. I served them some venison and we chatted, or more made small talk, during the meal. “So, you’re having a party?” Janice asked. I realised that I had left streamers and ornaments up. “Oh, yeah I’m having a few people over tomorrow.” I said embarrassed. We kept talking about the mountains and Buck, and many things. At the end of dinner I said “It’s pretty dark out, do you want to stay for the night?” They agreed, and I got them a bed upstairs. The rest of the night I got prepared for the next day.

When Tyler awoke, he was tied to the kitchen chair. He tried the restraints, and looked at me. “What’s going on?” He said wearily. I made myself looked surprised, and turned to him with a sweet smile. “I’m preparing dinner.” I said, pointing out my apron. I grabbed my cleaver and pulled the also tied up Janice onto the table. I put my hand over her mouth as she tried to scream, and brought the cleaver down onto her head, and a wave of blood washed over me, as her body went limp. Tyler screamed “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” As he realised what I had just done. I smiled at him again “I told you, making dinner.” and I continued to chop at Janice’s body. He started screaming curses at me, tears rolling down his cheeks, and began to shake the chair. I walked over to him and said “You just can’t wait your turn…” and uncut one part of rope, freeing only his hand. I then slammed his hand onto the table, and started to chop off his fingers one by one. His screams intensified as I heard a bark, stopped chopping, and turned around to see Buck. My smile broadened. “Who could forget about you?”. Tyler began to panic and hollard “DON’T HURT THE DOG, DAMMIT DON’T HURT THE DOG.” I heaved the cleaver at Buck, and a spray of blood spewed onto my chest. Tyler’s voice was now a low whimper. “Don’t hurt the dog…” His sadness had taken over his anger. I went to pick up my cleaver, and dragged Buck back to the table. I was going to chop Buck up, but I felt pity on Tyler, and moved over to end it. I brought the cleaver to his neck and began to chop. It took about three sturdy chops, but his neck finally broke off. I started to hum as I chopped more at his hand.

I smile looking over at the table, seeing all familiar happy, talking faces. I hit my glass of champagne with my fork to get their attention. “Now, the main course!” I bring out a tray from the oven, revealing a magnificent sight. Tyler and Janice’s heads, surrounded by their organs on a platter, their skin a dark cooked red, and their hair shaved. Everybody looks at it and makes a hunger noise, and says “Mmm-mmm”. “And for desert, crème de la dog.” I joke. Everybody laughs. I continue with, “And let’s not forget why we’re here, to celebrate our lord Lucifer’s birthday. Cheers!” Everybody repeats “Cheers!” I smile and grab my fork and knife. “Dig in!” 