The Breakfast Pig (1 of 3)
The first of a 3 part short horror story.
The bright yellow sun shines upon the dusty country road as a van drives to its destination. Inside the van is Milly, a chubby college-age woman who snorts when she laughs.
John an all-American guy who was quarterback of his high school football team. John is driving the van, and in the backseat sits Hannah, a thin woman with long black hair that goes down to her ass, and beside her is freckled face April.
They all attended high school together and somehow have remained in touch with each other.
John, “Where is this place?
I feel like we are driving in circles.”
“You’re almost there”, said Hannah.
“And who are these people?” asked John.
“They are just some old friends who invited us to breakfast”.
“Old friends, huh,” said John. “Who are these old friends?”
“I don’t really know.
I just got the invite.” said Hannah.
“What if they are a bunch of crazy people,” said April.
“You guys worry too much,” said Hannah. “Just keep driving. You are closer than you think.”
A skinny chicken crosses the road.
“Watch out! A chicken,” said April.
John floors the gas pedal and laughs like a madman. The skinny chicken runs for his life. Milly snorts and laughs nervously. The van barely misses the chicken as the chicken runs off the road and into the sandy desert.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?” yelled Hannah.
“I’m just bored. I wanted a little excitement,” said John.
“By running over a chicken?” said Hannah.
“People eat chicken every day”, said John. “It isn’t that big of a deal”.
“It’s a big deal to the chicken,” said April. John rolls his eyes.
“Where in the hell are we?
I feel like we’re lost,” said John.
“I can’t believe you tried to run over a chicken,” said Hannah.
“What’s the big deal?
It’s a damn chicken! People cook and eat chicken every day.” said John.
“I don’t eat chickens.” Said Hannah.
“That’s because you’re weird,” said John.
“Just because I don’t eat anything with a face doesn’t mean I’m weird,” said Hannah. Milly snorts and laughs.
“John, could you stop?” said April.
“What’s your problem?” said John.
“Nothing, I just want you to shut up.” Said April.
John gives her a look, and April flirtishly grins back.
“Okay. I’ll shut up about the chicken,” said John. “Where in the hell are we?”
April wipes a tear away from her eye.
“Did I make you cry talking about a chicken?” said John.
“It’s nothing. I’m just sensitive, that’s all,” said April.
“You’re not sensitive, April. John is just an asshole,” said Hannah.
Milly snorts and laughs.
“Milly, what is up with the laughter?” said John.
“You know I can’t help it, “said Milly.
“Leave her alone, John.
She is just a big dumb animal,” said Hannah.
“Whoa, now who isn’t sensitive?” asked John.
Milly lowers her eyes.
“You know I love you, and I’m just playing with you,” said Hannah.
“I know,” Milly said.
Milly takes a bag of chocolate-covered peanuts out of her purse and puts a handful in her mouth.
Hannah looks at Milly in disgust.
Some chocolate drizzle drips down the side of Milly’s mouth. Hannah continues to stare.
“Stop staring at me.
You’re freaking me out.” said Milly.
Hannah rubs some of the chocolate drizzle off Milly’s face with her finger. Hannah smiles and sucks the chocolate off her finger, and licks her lips.
“She is staring at you, Milly, because she is queer,” said John.
“Shut up,” said Hannah. “You are almost there. Turn right.”
“You said that an hour ago,” said John.
“No, for real,” said Hannah.
John turns right down an old gravel road. There is an old plantation-style farm house in dire need of a paint job in the distance. The yard looks like it has been years since anyone has taken care of it. There is a rusty swing set in the yard.
“Oh God, I hope this isn’t it.” said John.
“It is it,” said Hannah.
“We are having breakfast at this dump. You must be kidding me,” said John.
“It looks different on the inside,” said Hannah.
John pulls into what he can see of the dirt driveway.
“This place looks abandoned,” said John. “You’re sure this is the place?”
“Yes,” said Hannah.
“I have bad vibes. I don’t think we should go in.,” said April.
“You have bad vibes?” asked Hannah.
“Look, we are already here.
We have been driving around for God knows how long. The least we can do is check it out,” said John.
“I don’t think we should,” said April.
“It’s all cool, April.
I have the key,” said Hannah.
They approach the large spooky house. Once they reach the porch, April knocks on the door. No one answers.
“I said I have the key,” said Hannah.
Hannah unlocks the door, and they go inside.
The inside of the house looks like it is from a different era. Old pictures are hanging on the walls—pictures of James Dean, Elvis Presley, Marilyn Monroe, and other icons from the past. Although the house is old, it is spotless. It is the exact opposite of the upkeep outside the home. The inside of the house is immaculate. It is just old.
“I told you it looks different inside,” said Hannah.
“Yes, there doesn’t seem to be anyone here,” said John.
“Maybe they are just late,” said Hannah.
“Hours late? And nothing is set up,” said John.
“I don’t know,” said Hannah.
“And you have been here before?” asked John.
“Yeah,” said Hannah.
“I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all,” said April.
“You all stop being paranoid,” said Hannah.
“And who put all of this together?”
“Eli.” Said Hannah
“Who?” said John.
“All I know is his name is Eli,” said Hannah.
John walks away from the girls.
“Where are you going?” said Hannah.
“Hopefully, to find a bathroom. I got to take a shit,” said John.
John cautiously walks up the winding stairway to the house’s second floor. He opens a door, but it isn’t a bathroom. It looks like a woman’s bedroom. A makeup table with a mirror and some dresses are lying on the bed. The room smells like moth balls. John shakes his head and tries to open another door, but the door is locked. He opens a third door, and Wala opens and it is the door to the bathroom.
The bathroom has a black and white checkered floor. The bathroom walls are black, and more old pictures are on the wall. One of the pictures is Clark Gable, and the other is Joan Crawford. Johns sits down and takes a shit. He grunts, farts, and can’t stand the smell even though it is his own shit.
The shower curtain opens, and standing behind the curtain is a slender man dressed in black. He is wearing a cow mask and holding a captive bolt pistol. He shoots the gun at John’s head, and John crumbles to the floor.
The slender man wearing the cow mask looks over John like he is proud of what he did.
(End Of Part 1)
Can’t wait to see where the story goes and how it ends . Love the pictures . Love you mentioning the icons of the past .