Lee was on feet. His left arm was dislocated (or broken) and in an odd spot. He was sitting in front of the left arm of the chair, his wrist was still bound but he was out. He struggled against it, but it wouldn't budge or loosen. . .
Lee's right arm was out, a broken chair arm in his grip, he let go and tried at the leather strap, but there was nothing. He heard the steel hitting steel behind him. He knew the old man, or Dandy, was coming in. Lee stopped working on his left arm and gripped the chair-arm. He stood up then back down in the chair, he couldn't feel his left shoulder, and he sat in the chair and held the right-arm up and pretended to still be bound there. The arm of the chair broke off on both ends and had two sharp, rusty edges for him to use. His mind was racing on what he would do when the old man came into the room, left the door open, and stood there with a machete.
"I took her arm off in t'other room. Yer next. Dandy needs food. I need another finger."
Lee hoped the old man would get closer.
He did.
The old man took another step and Lee stood up. The old man coked his head to the left and Lee raised the chair's arm and shot it upward, beneath the old man's chin—through his throat and up to his head. The chair's arm hooked a chunk of brain, and it was impaled on the end of the arm when it came through the old man's bald head.
Straight through and hooked.
The old man stood there, quite dead, and Lee tugged on the arm and brought the old man to the ground by the chair.
Lee grabbed the machete and got free.
He had a feeling he was going to soon meet Dandy.
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The Cannibal House
HorrorOn the way home from college, Lee makes his sister, Angie, stop at an old diner simply called ROAD HOUSE so he can go to the bathroom. Bonus, there's a creepy patron. And there might be more on the menu than just cow meat... Sometimes, the drive ho...
