Thirty Scary Tales by Rayne Hall

11 Oct


When he came to, his mind was floating, and his whole body prickled as if fireants were crawling in his veins.

“Once you’ve eaten, that sensation will pass,” the witch assured him.

She set a bowl of steaming grains on the rug between them, and he eyed the pale mound with suspicion. It looked like couscous, it smelled like couscous, it probably was couscous, but…

The witch laughed. “Did you expect me to serve human flesh?”

“Forgive me. I’m grateful for your hospitality. I just didn’t know what…”

“It’ll be some time before you develop a taste for that – if it ever happens.”

Following her example, he took a handful. It was ordinary couscous, the kind he had eaten every day of his life. As his stomach filled with the familiar food, the crawling in his veins abated and the light-headedness ceased.

When he was ready to leave, she placed a hand on his arm. “It’ll be up to you to know when the time comes, and to do what must be done.”

“I’ll plunge the dagger into my ear,” he promised.

Her eyes held his. “Be ready. Keep a knife on you all the time.” Her words burned into his brain. “Remember: when you feel the need, use the knife.”

“I will.”


Thirty Scary Tales

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Genre – Horror

Rating – PG-13

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