I couldn’t believe my horrible luck having to stay at Uncle Roberto’s farm in the middle of nowhere. The first morning, I was awakened by frantic screaming outside my window. I looked out into the darkness of the early morning and saw a quick glint of light reflecting off a butcher knife, and the screaming stopped. Uncle Roberto waved for me to come outside. I got dressed and met him near the stall.
“If you’re going to stay with me, you gonna have to help with chores.”
“I can’t kill pigs. They’re cute, aren’t they?”
“I think bacon, pork chops, and ham steaks are cute but I think dollar bills are even better. Fine, I’ll do the slaughterin’, you can feed ‘em the slop.”
Two days later, I was eating lunch when I saw a man sneaking through the farm. It wasn’t Roberto. I locked myself in the house and waited for him to pass until I heard a gunshot. Uncle Roberto came inside shortly and poured himself some lemonade.
“Did you see the man?”
“What man?”
“There was a man outside. I thought he shot at you.”
“Nope, it was a coyote.”
“I swear I saw a man.”
“You city girls get a little too much sun and lose your damn minds.”
Uncle Roberto left and I didn’t see him again until dinner time. He served a plate of rice, vegetables, and a meat.
“Is this coyote meat?”
“No, girl, nobody eats coyote meat. That’s like eating dog.”
“Then what is this?”
“Sweet bread.”
“Where does that come from?”
“Cow.”
“There aren’t any cows on the farm.”
“Don’t worry. Just eat.”
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Short Horror Stories
HorrorHorror is a form of fiction that intends to scare or disturb through a protagonist's experience with an uncanny or menacing force. Horror evokes an emotional, psychological, or physical response (i.e., fear) within the reader and intrudes on a reade...
