I could smell it from the kitchen. The scent of mother's pumpkin pie, fall was here. I crept out of my room and down the dark hallway. I could barely see, stupid breaker must have blown again. This happens a lot.
I trudge back for my phone. My dug, Sal stays behind me nearly pressed up to my legs. He makes small growls over something that I can't see.
I unlock my phone and turn the flashlight on. I creep down the hall as I peer over the stairway railing I see a light on in the kitchen. It's dim and flickering.
I step sideways on the stairs so they won't creak. I feel my heart already racing, the smell of pie was stronger now. Almost like a drug. My mouth watered at the thought of getting a bit on the other hand my stomach feels like it's in knots. Sal acting scared isn't helping. I grip my phone tighter, my hands get sweaty. They slip and presses a button, Google Assistant pops up,
"Ready to help, Mar-"
I shut it off quickly. I hear the floorboards creak. She doesn't come out. I enter the kitchen trying to not make a sound. I cover up the light with my finger. Even though I already know I've been caught.
I see mama bent grabbing the pie out of the oven. She turns around smiling, "You want pie, mouse?"
I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks, "Mama,"
Mama holds a slice of pumpkin pie up on a plate, "You need to eat."
"Why won't you stay buried." I wept,
Mama smiles and sits me down, "Come on and eat." She pinches my cheek with her cold fingers and eases a forkful into my mouth, "My little mouse."
I love mama and I love her pumpkin pies. I just wished the dead stayed dead here.
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31 Days Of Halloween
Horror(+18) Just a thing I'm doing on Tumblr with a friend. 31 Days of Halloween I have a word each day and I write a short story on it. Sometimes horror sometimes not. Day 1 is missing since it was just a drawing but the idea is still there. 😃
