Fruit Maniac

There's nothing really special about me. If someone was to describe me, they'd pretty much go with "ordinary" or "boring". Nothing catches the eye. Nothing shares my guilty secret.

My hunger lusts wild and the voices overwhelm, yet I keep them contained. But I cannot wait any longer. With the victims awaiting downstairs, it is time to fulfill my wicked desire.

Time for a banquet.

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Author's Note: I don't see myself being the best person to write a horror story since I didn't have much experience doing so before, but I truly hope I did a good job rewriting one of the oldest stories of mine.

Ages ago I was stuck on a heavily restricted diet and hunger drove me insane. I wasn't allowed to eat anything, except fruits and veggies. This was the time when I made this story just to have a couple of laughs with my friends ("Milk has gone totally cuckoo, haha"), and it wasn't as heavily described as it is now.

Being unable to have any citrus fruits nowadays, I'm desperately craving one. So...who's laughing now, Milk?