Carl used to love food, until it started talking to him. Now he lives in constant fear, and hunger. Can insanity be far behind?
To live, one must eat.
Carl acknowledged this simple fact with a heavy sigh. He dreaded the mere thought of eating. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the store light flicker and buzz in the rainy night. Three days without food left him lightheaded. He couldn't stall longer. He levered his gaunt frame from the car.
He paused at the doors. They slid open with an inviting whoosh. The odor of fresh baked bread teased him. His stomach growled impatiently. Maybe this time it wouldn't be so bad. He stepped inside.
The Butcher's Boy
- 2011 Readers Favorite Award Silver Medal Winner in Horror - Fiction
A Paranormal/Chiller by Michael Robb
Thirty-one years ago, Buxly the Butcher went to trial for killing h