What Did You Eat Last Night?

He felt something weird brewing in his throat. His chest was heavy and his stomach bloated. To top it all off every bone in his body was aching. Twenty minutes ago this was all very minor but now it was getting worse by the minute. There was definitely something bad happening inside of him. He hadn’t felt good for about 3 weeks now. He figured it must be some sort of flu. But he also figured that if it was a flu then it should be gone by now.

He has had flush before but none of them had ever been this bad or lasted this long. His wife’s idea of taking care of him then was giving him some hot soup. She had little sympathy for him. You know he was supposed to be the king of the house. He was supposed to deal with all problems. He was supposed to be her security. That was okay though, even though he would have liked to be pampered a bit he did understand.

Now the coughing became even more violent. It was to the point where something was coming up to his throat. He was having trouble breathing. He knew he was okay if he kept coughing and he wanted to get out whatever was in there. Finally he spit out a big gob of something that looked rather milky and colorless. To him it reminded him somewhat of an already chewed piece of meat.

Now he was feeling terrible. He thought he should get himself to a doctor but instead decided that lying down for a while might be the thing to do. He did want to know what was going on but he also hated doctors. On his way to the bedroom the feeling got worse.

The cough was hurting him now, he felt something bigger coming up his throat. He didn’t think it could get worse than the last one but it was. The pain was excruciating. He was sure that this time he was going to choke. He honestly thought he was going to throw up one of his organs or something. Finally the obstruction came free and flowed into the toilet bowl. For a very brief second he thought he saw an image of a foot or something before the mucus liquid dispersed around the toilet bowl.

Now he was getting angry. He was sure that his wife should have been hearing the distress he was in but she still wasn’t coming to see if he was okay. He knew that if she was sick he would be taking care of her no matter what. No when the shoe was on the other foot she decided to hide and pretend that nothing was happening.
Even though he was sicker than a dog he was hungry as hell. He was thinking that she could have at least fed him or at the very least showed a little concern by asking him if he was alright.

The next cough was the worst of them. It felt like his head was going to pop off his shoulders and his ribs were going to fly out of his chest. Whatever was coming was coming fast and it was hurting him terribly. All he could think of was where his wife was. Then once again a bloody liquid came from somewhere deep in his chest. It did provide a little relief. Just before he flushed the toilet he looked down at the bloody mess and to his horrible surprise he saw the morbid outline of his wife’s face in this mess. He did flush the toilet as he kind of jerked back in surprise.
Now things were starting to come back to him.

Where Does Everyone Go

The house was definitely a fixer upper. No one had been in it for 10 years. So because it needed so much work and had been vacant for so long the Deagles got the house very cheap. There were other rumours as well but the Deagles just left them at that. Rumours. The police practically tore the house apart looking for the bodies. They even jack hammered out the basement, but found no one. There were a lot of suspicions but the police figured they must have just moved away without letting anyone know. Well after all of that the police boarded the house up and walked away. The bank that held the mortgage put it on the market but it seemed no one was interested. Finally the housing market started sky rocketing and finally it became a place of a little value and one family wanted it.

The Deagles knew that they had to do a lot of work just to make the place liveable but they bought it anyways. After the search was completed so many years ago not a thing was fixed up. The entire house was like getting through a maze with broken plaster, holes in the walls and floor boards up all over the place. To top all that off everywhere you looked you saw a layer of dust that was ten years old. The only places the dust had been disturbed were where the realtor and Deagles walked and touched when they were looking at the house.

Brian Deagle and his dog walked in. They were both looking around but they were both also sneezing. Brian was disgusted and made sure he commented on that when he asked his parents if they were sure they couldn’t have found a worse place.

Brian’s mom, Jackie followed in behind him. She was carrying a vacuum cleaner. She knew the place needed a ton of work but she knew she had to keep up a happy surrounding when she told Brian to be patient and in no time the place would be as good as new. She went back out and grabbed the box of attachments for the vacuum.
Behind her was her clumsy husband James coming up the stairs trying to juggle mops, pails, brooms and an assortment of cleaning supplies.

Jackie told Brian that he could go ahead and explore the house. She did ask him to stay away from the basement because it was full of holes from the cement lying around from the jack hammered floor. So the next best place to explore Brian figured was the attic.

Brian noticed that the attic was even dustier. He also noticed there were no footprints up there either. His parents must have just taken a quick peek and didn’t even bother going in to take a look. It was pretty plain up there. Just a big open room with a chiminey at one end and a bunch of pipes running around the room. The windows were of course filthy as well. There was a big battered box in the corner of the room and of course that peaked Brian’s interest. Even the dog was excited when they approached the box. However, very quickly the excitement was turned to disappointment when they saw that the box was empty. Brian looked around a bit to see if there was anything that would identify where the box came from but once he couldn’t find any of that he just tossed the box to the side. At the same time Brian’s dog also lost interest and trotted off towards the window to further investigate.

After a few more minutes of looking around Brian decided it was time to get back downstairs. But when he called the dog he was nowhere to be found.

Brian followed the dog’s tracks until they came to an end but there was no dog anywhere to be found. Then all of a sudden Brian saw the dust rising and forming a new blanket. It kind of looked like what he would have imagined a ghost to look like. Then all at once the dust settled and any tracks the dog made were now gone.
Brian was terrified and started screaming down to his parents. However with the vacuum going there was no way they were going to hear him.

Finally an hour had passed and Jackie decided it was time to get some lunch. She went upstairs to the attic to get her son but when she looked around all she saw was a thick layer of undisturbed dust with a big box sitting in the corner.

He Did Work For The Dog Pound

That dam cat died today. Well, actually if I must be honest I killed him. I absolutely feel terrible about the entire scene. I didn’t want to kill the darn cat, I even worked hard to scare him away, but the poor guy kept coming back. I shouldn’t have fed him or given him a name. I called him Tabby. I knew the hunger was coming and I did everything to scare Tabby away. However he just wouldn’t stay away and the last time he came back there was no holding me back.

Good Bye Tabby. I found myself bawling as I was leaning over his body, tearing him apart with some scissors I found in the kitchen. I didn’t have time or want to cook him. When the hunger arrived in me all I wanted was raw meat.

Now this incident reminded me of another not so long ago. The local so called dog catcher showed up at my door. Well if anyone has ever had to deal with these guys then you know what I’m talking about when I say they are arrogant jerks with God syndrome. So now he was standing at my door with a big hook in his hand. He proceeded to tell me about some noise complaints. He said the noises were reported as sounding like someone was torturing an animal of some sort.

I was quick to tell him that I don’t have a dog or a cat. I informed him that I was allergic to both dogs and cats.

This guy was unusually big just like a German shepherd or a chocolate Lab. He just stood at the door twirling his hook, almost making it look like something meaner like a rifle or something. He did however look very important dressed in his white uniform.

He finally spoke again and asked me if he could come in and have a look around. I happily obliged and moved out of the way for him to enter. I told him to go ahead and look around and if he needed anything I would be in the living room. He finally made his way into the front room where he ran his hand across the ottoman. In doing so he rubbed off a thin layer of hair. That was just the beginning of the dirty looks.

I pointed to where the bedroom was in case he wanted to look in there. Once again I got one of those looks as he headed down the hall way. After a few minutes he returned to ask me again if I had a dog. Once again I reassured him that I didn’t. Then I told him that I also have a garage and he was free to have a look in there. So he followed me to the door that led to the garage. I opened the door and let him walk in.

There was absolutely nothing in the garage except for a floor full of papers and dog crap and urine all over the place. The other thing was a large water bowl with the name Devil printed on the side. He instantly turned to me to tell me that he needs to see my dog. I told him that I don’t very often let the dog out and then I pulled the door closed with him still in the garage. I then locked it as well.

That was a little while ago now. I have never ever heard of another complaint. I am careful to try and keep the noise to a minimum. Mysteriously the old man that originally complained also disappeared. To top it all of the animal society never sent another person to my house after they found the guys van burnt in the forest.
Oh I was so sad as I continued to chew down Tabby’s remains. This really wasn’t a fate for him. He was such a great friend and he was always by my side. However when the animal inside me is let loose there is nothing I can do. I hope Tabby finds peace in where ever he is.

Well my mouth was full and I couldn’t talk anymore with my emotions coming over me. So I decided to just go ahead and enjoy the meal I had been served. I tried to forget Tabby’s screams but no matter what I could still hear them. Oh well there was nothing I could do. Then there was a knock on the door.