She leads the way into a big kitchen, the biggest I've ever seen. It's 10 times the size of the one Matt and I share back in the city. Immediately, I see Matt sitting at the counter, sipping a whiskey and laughing with an older man. This must be Mr.Brown, he's chopping vegetables and throwing them into a pot. It looks like they're having such a good time, I'd hate to interrupt. Maybe I could just slip away...
"You didn't tell us your Beth was so pretty, Matt! Look at her! Could just eat the poor thing right up!" Mr & Mrs Brown laugh in unicen, and a symphonic chill creeps up my spine. Something is immensely wrong here.
"Matt, can we talk, please?" I whisper.
"Can it wait? Come on, we just got here. Take a load off. I'll pour you a glass of wine." He stands up and walks towards the fridge.
"Oh, no, love! We have a cellar in the basement! I can show Miss Bethany the way and we can choose some bottles for us girls." Charlotte winks at me. I'm extremely uncomfortable. I think I'll call her Mrs.Brown.
"That's really not necessary, Mrs.Brown. I'm exhausted, and all of our bags are still in the car. Matt didn't even take the keys out of the ignition." I snap, and realize quickly how harsh I sound.
"Nonsense, my dear! We must celebrate! Matt, do be a gentleman and retrieve your luggage while I take your bride-to-be to pick out some liquid courage! It's a celebration!" She's yelling now.
Mrs.Brown is all over the place, erratic even. Bride-to-be?! When did we get engaged? What the fuck is going on?
Mrs.Brown grabs my arm and runs in the direction of the basement, nearly pulling my arm out of socket.
"Okay, okay!" I plead.
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Should Have Left Earlier!
Misterio / SuspensoA couple struggling to keep their romance alive decides to take a weekend trip away to stay at their friends (assumingely) vacant country home. What they find is unnerving.
