Margret was a timid, thin woman. Her husband, Brian, however, is the bully of the village. Margret was made to cook for him, and he expects the food before he comes home. Recently, a young woman had died, and hadn't been buried, so people could recognise her. She had been a lonely woman with no family.
Brian told his wife that he was in the mood for liver. Sighing, margret made her way to the butchers, and bought it. Ew, who eats liver!? She thought., disgusted. She cooked it, the smell bringing foam to her mouth. That did smell good. She grabbed the pan, checked if it was properly cooked, and ate it. As she finished the last morsels, she began to realized she had nothing left for Brian. Afraid of being his next victim, she finally had an idea. She couldn't go back to the butchers, since it was the last liver. She went to the dead body, and took the poor woman's liver. Cooking it, she placed it on the table, just as Brian unlocked the door and came in. He sat down, grumbling about his job and things.
"Oh god, this is amazing! Try it!" Margret shook her head. She was tired and disgusted, and decided to go asleep. Soon, both of them were asleep.
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100% horror, myth or not.
Korkua series of events that will cause you to lose your sleep. And possibly your lives. (Jk, no chain mail, or anything like, "once you hear this story, she comes after you, because you know her secret." So chill.)
