The house was old, you could tell from the architecture. The house was wrapped in a porch lit with lanterns hanging from each post. Two rows of windows lined the house, the lower row spilling light onto the porch. The house was well kept, the white paint was clean and the gutters were well attached to the roof. The yard was also neat, a gravel walkway led from the parking area to the door. On either side of the path was green grass carefully cut. Some trees and plants were near the house in front of the porch and although it was fall there were few leaves on the grass.
I got out of my car and went down the path and up to the front door. I rang the doorbell, seconds later the door was opened by a man in a suit.
“Hello, Louis,” I said smiling.
“I’m so glad you could make it. Please, come in,” he replied.
The inside of the house was nice, just like the outside. It was fashionably furnished with chairs and couches with floral prints and carved arms. He walked into a dining room that had a huge table spread with food. There was a soup and some kind of meat I didn’t recognize, as well as some vegetables. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, and the walls were painted a pale yellow that was accented by the green curtains that hung over the windows.
“Please, sit. I hope that you enjoy dinner, I spent a long time making it,” he said in a strange tone, like he knew something I didn’t.
“Thank you for inviting me over, I appreciate the effort you put into this. It smells and looks delicious,” I replied smiling.
We sat down and ate, the food was good but it wasn’t anything I recognized. We had been talking for awhile when Louis excused himself to the restroom. Dinner had long been finished so, after he left I got up and picked up some dishes to bring into the kitchen. It was a bad idea
The kitchen was spotless except for the butcherblock island that was stained red. A knife with blood on it was the only thing on the counter. I crossed the kitchen to the sink and there was greeted by a terrible sight. It was full of blood and sticking through the surface was a head of hair. I dropped the dishes on the floor, shards of porcelain cutting into my shins. I started swallowing air trying to breathe, I felt nauseous.
“I see you strayed from the dining room, Maria.”
I spun around to see Louis grinning in the doorway to the kitchen. He walked calmly and slowly to the refrigerator, “Would you like to see what I saved for desert?” he asked.
“N-no. I think that I should go home,” I replied looking at my hands, which had turned a sickly pale shade.
“Oh, come on Maria. Just wait and see,” he said smiling. He opened the door of the refrigerator and took something out.
I closed my eyes, hoping that this was some sick nightmare. But, when I opened them I saw Louis cutting desert, a human brain. I could feel my pulse racing as I started walking towards the doorway.
“I really should be heading home. Thank you for a wonderful time,” I said, hoping he would let me go.
“I said you should stay!” he yelled. I stopped, shaking and watched as he picked up a knife and sliced the brain like a pie. He put a slice on two plates and, knife in hand, walked arounf the island and placed one in front of me.
“You must have dessert,” he told me, using the blade of the knife to trace my jaw. “Pick up your fork.”
“No, I won’t do it. I would rather die,” I responded with a desperately shaky voice.
“Now, now. That’s no fun, just try some. I promise it’s delicious.”
“My dear, I don’t know what you’re so scared of. What do you think you ate for dinner?”
The sudden realization that I had eaten another human was too much, and I passed out.
When I woke, I was in a bed that I did not recognize and sun was streaming in through an open window.
“Nice of you to wake up.”
I looked to my left and saw him standing next to me, blood covering his mouth and chin. “Get away from me, you filthy monster. Just kill me already!” I screamed.
He was not fazed by my outburst and calmly approached the bed. Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, “I have not yet finished with you, Maria. But, I am sure that you death can be arranged.”