Tales Of The Macabre

My Stepmother

My mother was barely dead in the ground when my dad decided to get remarried. He didn't even wait a month. My mothers side of the bed wasn't even cold before Susan took her place. She was nice at first. She would take me on trips, buy me toys. And it did feel nice to have a mother figure in my life again. We were actually starting to bond. To be honest, if it wasn't for Suzan I would have been alone with my grief.

My dad and I were never that close. He worked long hours and even if he was at home he was never interested in me. I always got the feeling he resented me. I loved him because he was my dad, but there was no real love there.

It wasn't long after the honeymoon that Suzan's behaviour started to change. First, it was my dog, Charlie. He was the cutest little Jack Russel. One night I heard my dad and Suzan arguing over the dog. The shouting didn't last long till I heard the thumps. My dad was a violent drunk. He never hit me, but he would often beat my mother in front of me. The next morning when I woke up my dog was gone and when I asked Suzan about him, she just growled at me and told me my dad hated the dog and that was it.

Right before I started getting sick I was sitting down eating a meal my dad had cook for us. Just as I was about to eat my dinner Suzan barged into the dining room picked up my plate and smashed it off the ground. When I asked why she just shouted at me and sent me to bed. Her behaviour got erratic and she was getting paranoid. She would ask me strange questions about how I was feeling. She would ask about how I felt towards my dad and how he felt towards me. I was really starting to get scared.

When Suzan had to go away for a few days, she cooked up a load of dinners for me and my dad and put them in the fridge for when she was gone.

When I ate the first meal I got violently sick. When the same thing happened the second time, I knew she was trying to poison me. I went and told my father. But he didn't believe me. He even ate some of the food in the fridge that was left for me and he was ok.

The night Suzan came home my father decided to cook dinner to welcome her back. Susan was helping my dad finish the dinner. It was her chance to slip the poison in my food I thought. Susan brought the food to the table. While they finished in the kitchen my plan was to switch my plate for hers.

As we all sat there eating. I kept looking at Suzan. Waiting for her to start choking, or start screaming in agonizing pain. I'll be honest I was getting a bit of a sick thrill waiting for her to croak it.
As we all sat eating our food my dad turned to me with a sinister grin on his face and asked me how my food tasted. I told him it was the best thing I ever ate while staring at Suzan.

Then my father let out a gut-wrenching scream. Holding his throat he falls to the floor, gasping for breath While I watched my father choking to death. Suzan turned to me and said.

"Before you switched my plate for yours, I switched your plate for your dads. Now eat up the rest of your dinner before it gets cold. I have some nice dessert for when you're done."