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What is it about scary stories that sends us diving under the covers in fear?

Do you sleep well at night? Can you feel eyes upon you when there is no one there?

Perhaps something is watching you ... from the depth of the darkness, waiting to consume your soul. It's just your imagination or is it?

If spooky stories frighten you I suggest you click the X button and read something safe lest they burrow in your mind like a blood thirsty tick.

If you dare then ready yourself. I hope you enjoy this little twisted tale I like to call ... Fine Dining.

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Fine Dining

Mary awoke with a raging migraine. She lay in bed with her eyes closed, hoping it would disappear. The light streaming through the window only increased the waves of sharp stabbing pain. She covered her eyes with a pillow and waited for the agony to subside. She tried in vain to remember if she had done anything stressful the night before but she couldn’t. The pain wouldn’t let her.

Mary slowly stood and waited for the spell of nausea to pass but almost vomited from the piercing pain. She hoped some cool shower water would soothe her throbbing head. As she stood under the spray she again tried to remember what she had done last night. The mere attempt to think only brought fresh agony.

She quickly realized the shower wasn’t helping as each drop felt like a sledge hammer against her temple. Desperate for relief, Mary believed a large cup of coffee would drive the snarling demons from her head. She dressed slowly, pausing many times to close her eyes and rest upon the bed. Donning a simple robe and slippers took forever but at last was finally able to travel downstairs. Each step jarred her skull bringing tears to her eyes. Over and over she wondered why she couldn’t remember the night before.

Mary opened the door to the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes flew open, her mouth trembling with a silent scream. On the kitchen table lay her mother-in-law with a huge knife still in her chest. Her torso had been cut open and strips of meat had been sliced away. Human flesh had been haphazardly strewn all over the kitchen. Pools of congealed blood painted the blue-green tiles crimson.

Her mother-in-law’s throat had been slashed as if to bleed her like a deer. Her skull had been cracked open, her hair barely clinging to the tatters of ruined skin. Her exposed brain was shredded as if it had been ripped apart by greedy hands. The tongue which had given Mary so many snide remarks had been cut from her mouth and lay against the refrigerator as if tossed casually away. Those cruel eyes had been punctured by long soup spoons. Her intestines had been pulled from the gaping hole in her stomach and lay curled on the floor like long bloody snakes. The fingers had been cut from both hands and stripped of their flesh. Their meat had been carefully placed in a pan on the stove.

Flies buzzed through the air and began to settle, laying their eggs in the rotting corpse on her table. The body was bloating, causing the skin to stretch like silly putty. The stench of decomposing tissue was palpable. Mary’s stomach pitched in protest.

Mary heard a noise behind her. She turned and found her husband behind her. Shaking with rage, she slapped him across the face and screamed.

          “HOW COULD YOU! YOU LEFT THE MEAT OUT AND NOW IT’S SPOILED!"