Into the Wolves' Den

by Jon Athan

A white windowless van cruised past them. The van rolled to a stop about a quarter mile ahead of the girls. They didn’t notice it.

Smh

Their parents lectured them about dangerous perverts, but they didn’t teach them how to fight—how to survive.

Dale was Uncle Oinks.

Allen Cooper walked down the basement stairs, the steps creaking under his boots. His wavy black hair was combed back and stubble covered his face. He wore coveralls. He was Mr. Wolf.

“Wait,” Dale said, his brow furrowed. “Did she actually eat it?” Riley smirked and nodded. Dale asked, “Did you tell her it was human meat?” “N-O. No.”

Wtf

“Allie,” she cried. Her sister’s corpse lay in the opposite corner of the room, a blanket draped over her body. Her eyelids had been propped open since she passed away, causing horizontal, reddish-brown stripes to form across her eyes.

Omgggggg

The smile led to a snicker, and then his signature cackle followed. He was proud of himself. His performance was convincing. His career in acting was still promising. He said, “Okay, you were right. I killed her just a short while before you stabbed me.

Sick

“My dad is going to kill you! We’ll never forgive you! You monster!”

She never recovered her eyesight,

Wtf

“It was a movie trailer,” Carrie said before releasing a loud sigh. “And… And the man in the trailer… He… He did this to me and he… he killed Allie.”

What did you do to my sweet Carrie?” “I–I… I didn’t…” “You gouged her eyes out. So, let’s follow the rules of vengeance. An eye for an eye, as they say.”

“She… She was right,” he croaked out, barely audible. “Daddy saved you, daddy got me…”