In The Back of The Fridge and Other Short Stories

Abandoned Grave - Co-written with LexiBell_King

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This story was written in collaboration with @LexiBell_King and will be published on her profile as well. Mamma Molly Rae was written solely by LexiBell_King. Greta was written solely by myself. We hope you enjoy the story.

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Mamma Molly Rae

I've spent a century doing things that most would consider unthinkable. Even longer enjoying the dark and twisted ideas in my head. So long have I revelled in the pain and destruction of others. Human's have been nothing but a snack to hold my hunger at bay. My thirst for flesh and blood.

Then I was cast aside, abandoned by my master, forced to live among those I call food. I've had a taste of each of them; big, small, fat, skinny, mangled, misshapen, the list goes on. My favourite by far are the ones they call adults. The "children" are too boney and don't satisfy me for long.

Plenty of times I've come across a child. Abandoned in my woods. Left to die here by their parents. Left alone, like me. Abandoned and alone.

Greta

I heard them talking. Dad and Amanda, talking last night about how they can't afford to keep Harris and I. How they have no choice. In my opinion if Amanda spent less time on her hair and hiding that she's old and ugly we'd still have enough money to go around.

They told us it'll be a fun camping trip, but I know the truth; Harris and I will be left here tonight. Abandoned. Alone. Not that it's all that different from how things have been since Mom died. Dad wasn't there for us then and he won't be here for us now. Not if he can have Amanda.

So here I sit staring into the fire fighting the tears that are trying to escape. I won't cry. I'm done crying over those who don't care. No, instead I'll be strong for Harris, even if no one else will stick around I won't abandon him too. I hold onto this while I try to figure out what we're going to do next, or maybe it'll all look better in the morning. I try to hold onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, Dad will come back for us in the morning.

I know it probably won't happen though. I know not to hope anymore. I used to but I know better now. Afterall Dad was the one who suggested that we be left here. I heard him telling Amanda how he'd heard that children used to be left in these woods to be taken care of when their parents couldn't look after them anymore. There was something about the way he said it though that made it sound like those children weren't going to be taken in by some loving parents who could look after them.

Harris is trying to move closer to me, and I try to push all this out of my mind. We have each other now. We can hold onto that. We can hold onto each other, maybe then we'll be alright. If we try our best to remember the way we came then maybe we can make it safely out the woods and back home tomorrow.  

I can hear Dad and Amanda around the back of the tent. They're talking in hushed tones so I can't hear exactly what they're saying, but I can hear them moving things into the back of the car. I tilt my head back and look at the stars. Pointing out the constellations, the ones Mom taught me how to see, to Harris.

Mamma Molly Rae

I've been in something called hibernation. At least that's what the humans call it when a "creature" goes to sleep for a long time. Oh, but I don't sleep. No, I can't sleep. I am a being that just passes from time to time. When a meal satisfies me I don't eat for a while. Usually 2 months. I also like to stack up. Never know when I'll run out of prey to hunt. Ahh yes. It is that time anyway. Time for a scrumptious meal.

I leave my home; a cave shrouded by plants. It's time to explore my woods to find my next meal. I hope they haven't left any children behind. That would mean that I need to eat from my reservations. "Too scrawny." I think as I swifty glide through my lands. "Kids are too..." my thought is cut off as I hear a branch break. Again, another one, and there's talking to.

Oh I'm so excited. A fresh hunt and fresh food. Just my luck. I sniff the air, "They smell like a meaty bunch." I think with glee. I slow my speed to that of an animal as I move closer to my prey. My excitement growing, I can't help but grin a wide toothy grin. I'm drooling as I can now see them. How deliciously convenient for me. How... I scowl. They have children.

I scoff and grunt, not in the mood for scrawny children. I'm not satisfied with this outcome. Then I heard it, and oh what a marvelous turn of events. My grin grows wider as I listen, "Let's just go before they realise what we plan to do." Another set of worthless adults looking to abandon the children. I wonder if the children would have any issues eating them. After all, the last child didn't have a problem with the meat I fed it. Maybe they won't either.

Greta

There's a strange smell that attacks my nose. Like rotten meat...must be Amanda's idea of dinner. One last meal to finish us off I'm sure.

"Aaaaaa!"

I hear a sudden scream. I freeze looking around. I can feel Harris holding tightly onto my arm. I follow his eyes to where out from behind the tent Amanda comes running. She stumbles and falls next to the flames. There's blood. I can see it in her hair, on her pink and white shirt, across her face. She looks up at us, and her eyes meet mine.

"Why are you just sitting there!?" There's something about the fear in her eyes, her voice, that makes me feel calmer. A change from the hate she normally shoots at me. I can't stop the smile I feel spreading on my face.

Something about all of this feels right. Like she deserves to have everything ripped from her. To have her feeling as afraid as I was a moment ago. It only lasts a second. My smile fades though, my eyes grow wide as I see her coming. The smell grows stronger as she walks over to us. Covered in the same sticky red ooze that's covering dearest stepmom. She doesn't pay much attention to us. Instead she moves to where Amanda is clawing at the ground trying to get away.

It doesn't help her.

I watch as she's lifted off the ground. This deer-headed figure, who I know deep down has already eaten Dad, bites down into her throat. Her teeth tearing away at her face, as though she's savouring the taste. Amanda's pretty neck, her oh so pretty face, all gone now. It's somewhat satisfying to see her lose the most important thing to her. The feeling doesn't last though.

The figure standing there turns her attention to Harris and I, but the bloodlust that I saw has left her eyes. She swings faceless Amanda over her shoulder. Like a hunter taking it's kill home to enjoy later, but now her gaze falls on us. Something about the way she looks at me reminds me of Mom.

"Momma?" Harris asks as he stares into her dark eyes.

She doesn't say anything, but she does kneel down and extend her arm out. I watch as a hypnotized Harris drifts over to her. He climbs up and cuddles in on her shoulder next to her antler-like-horns. She makes a low soothing sound as he holds onto them.

"Mamma!" I start to run into her arms. I feel safe. Like I did when Mom was alive. No, not was, is. Mom is alive. Mom is here. Mom has come to save us, from Dad, from Amanda, from everything.

I climbed up like Harris did. I hold onto her antlers, and I hear her make a similar sound to before. I feel safe. I feel loved. She stands up and carries us off home. 

Mamma Molly Rae

It has been a few years since that day. The screams that had blessed the air still clear. I haven't had any new visitors in a while and my hunger has grown. I guess now is as good a time as any. The kids are no longer kids. I've grown them, fattened them up. They will make for a delicious meal tonight. A meal after which I can "hibernate" for a good long time.