posted on Oct, 5 2013 @ 12:25 AM
“Tell us another story”, came the cry from the audience of children surrounding the old man.
“Another? he croaked.
“Another! replied the chorus!
The old man began a story about a young couple who drove to a lover’s lane. Only to be attacked and terrorized by a man with a hook for a hand.
“Boring!” Came the cry from the chorus.
“Heard it.” Echoed the cry.
The old man, in a shaky voice then went on to tell a tale about unrequited love, then another about an undead child seeking vengeance on everyone who
came within sight.
The children would not be satisfied. Their hunger continued to go insatiated. They booed the old man, taunted him, and insulted him.
Finally he could take it no more. He began with a tale of horror. Of a secret tribe of people who would trap unsuspecting travelers, bind them,
torture them, and then eat them. He embellished the tale with lurid images of people eating the living flesh of the travelers.
He held nothing back.
The children sat in rapt attention, hanging onto every word.
The old man finished his story and sat quietly staring at the fire built alongside of the returning tide of the ocean.
The children looked at each other and applauded. Then they smiled.
Their smile showed their razor-sharp teeth.
With the applause still carried with the winds, they descended upon the old man and ate him.