Here, on the table, is a meat. It's not like duck or squirrel meat. It's the heart of something.
That's what my parents made me, and I don't know where did it came from. All they say is that it's a heart and nothing else.
Let me tell you what I found a week ago that this heart is something...
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"We'll be back in a week!" Mom called out to the living room as I was playing gambling games on Xbox 360.
"Okay! I'm just going to play games and do studying." I call out
"That's my child." She kissed me on my head and left the house with Dad waiting in the car.
Movement from the garage door Alexia notifies me
"Okay thank you stupid!" I call out to Alexia even though I haven't said her name, but she stays silent.
After a couple of hours of gaming, I lay on the couch and a thought came into my head.
What if I can sneak into a forbidden room in the basement? I want to know what's behind that door.
I looked out the window, making sure there was no sign of my parent's car, and headed down to the basement.
There were cobwebs in some spots and I walked to the door that was in the tornado room which my dad called for safety.
I opened the door, and it creaked a little as I pushed it open. The room stunk with a strong rotten smell. A smell of something dead rotten?
I pinched my nose and looked around. There are body bags in one corner and in the middle of the room is a table with files on it. I noticed in the corner of my eye, there was a small rolling tray of tools. I walked up to the table and saw something that I'd never thought what they'd been doing for the whole time.
I saw files of the people as victims that have been killed and looked up from the paper to the wall filled with different types of poisons. Are they doing experiments?
I looked through the papers and saw a recent date of that food that I've eaten. A heart and it's a human heart of a victim named, John Vickers
I backed away from the table, feeling my stomach wanting to vomit out but I refused to. Do they kill people? Are they.... cannibals?
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Chaotic Writer (short stories and poems)
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