HAVEN OF HORROR: HORROR SHORT STORY, PART VII

                                               WARNING

This story contains an ‘F Bomb’ which, in today’s publications, is not a rare occurrence. If you read The New Yorker, among other publications, you are aware of this. Also, sensitive people may find the theme of this story disturbing.

                                       HAVEN OF HORROR

“How you doin’? the old man asked. “Need some gas?”

Mark answered, “Yes,” and didn’t bother to say what type for obviously there was only one type available.

The man began to pump, and Mark wondered about the quality of the product, but he was low and had no choice.

His family had also been complaining about hunger for some time, so Mark asked the attendant, “Any place to eat around here?”

The old man scratched his chin and said, “No restaurants, but there is a family and they do offer meals.” Mark got directions which led the family to a rustic-looking house which wasn’t a surprise for the entire town appeared rustic.

The family rang the doorbell and was greeted by a very pleasant woman. Yet there was something about her putting Mark off. But his family was hungry.

Mark said, “The gas station attendant said that you might be able to provide us a meal. We are more than willing to pay and pay we should.”

The woman said, “Of course I can feed you,” and her mind added, And of course you will pay. But before you eat, we have a local wine we offer to tourists with the hope they like it and tell their friends. Let me give you each a sample. I guess your boy and two girls are not old enough to drink, but a taste won’t hurt them.”

The woman poured five glasses of wine, and, as they drank, the look on the faces of the family showed enjoyment.

The End