Short horror stories

The fake mom

"LUKAS, TIME TO EAT SWEETIE" She calls. I open the basement door, light hitting my face. "Ugh" I groan, shielding my face from the light. I start pushing the door and make my way up the stairs. The house is rustic and usually dark but today there's some sun coming in. "How are you sweetie?" She says when I enter the kitchen. She's busy cooking breakfast, which she always does on the dot at 8:00. "Don't call me that" I bark at her.

I slowly make my way towards the kitchen table. A hand grabs me. "What did I say about talking back to me, Lukas?" She says in a passive aggressive manner. "Noth-" I try saying before I see the knife, glistening in her hand. "See lukas?This here, is the only way I can get you to shut up and listen to me." She says, waving the knife. "Now it'd be best if you sat down and ate your breakfast, I made you something special" She says and then giggles.
She heads towards the stove again and sets the knife down, near her.
I hadn't realized but tears were in my eyes, I could hardly move, I felt frozen in place. I try shaking off the fear that has only increased since the day I was taken. I slowly walk towards my chair.

"Yes-s mum" I say finally sitting down. The only thing that I owned here was this chair. It had my name on it. LUKAS, it had written on. "Here you go!" She says and slides the plate towards me. I forgot she sat next across from me, where she stares at me, watching me eat all my food.

I know she drugged it. I can smell it. She does this every day, with every meal I eat, so that at night, I can sleep as she says "Snug as a rug". I look at what she gave me. Eggs with milk. She adds the poison in the milk, so it appears as chocolate milk. The eggs were just eggs. "What are you waiting for silly goose, eat the damn thing" She says in that awful cheerful voice of hers. I stare at her while I eat. She's a woman in her 50's I'd say. Blonde hair, and alot of wrinkles on her face which make her look older.

I finished eating everything. "Good job" She says and starts clapping, she laughs while she claps. She takes my plate and starts washing it. I gasp. My hand is burning red, with blood. "SEE LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME" I scream at her. I hold up my hand to her. She doesn't bother to look at me. So I ran up the stairs into her bathroom. I lock it. Finally I can lock a door, not her. I try searching to find something to help me with the bleeding, it's too much blood. More blood starts gushing out. "Come on, where are the bandages?" I say to myself, while rummaging through the cabinet.
BANG. I seize looking at the door.

"LUKAS YOU KNOW YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE, SO OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW" She says screaming and banging the door. I start rummaging trying to find something I can use or keep with me. Forget my stupid hand, ima need something to run from her.
"You know lukas, I can go ahead and call John to kill your mom this instant if you don't choose to come out of there." She says calmly. "DON'T GET MY MOTHER IN THIS" I shout at her. I stop rummaging. Whenever I hear someone mention my mother, I can't help remembering what they will do to her if I step out of line. "You want your mother to be ok, right sweetie?" She says in that same tone she always uses. "Yes," I whisper through the door. "Then come out of there pumpkin, I don't even know why you're there in the first place. Did you need to go potty sweetie?" She says in a pouting way. I can't deal with any of her "Sweetie" or "Pumpkin" crap.

I unlock the lock. She immediately busts in. She grabs my arm forcefully. "Since you don't want anything to happen to your mom, you instead are going to pay ". She says now releasing me from her grasp. I wince and rub my arm. "What are you going to do to me this time, Annabelle?" I say, staring at her, watching her face grow in horror as I said her name.
"This," She says. She extends her arms towards my shoulders and pushes my shoulders.
Everything goes black, but before that I hear a crack.