It’s not the dish, but the hunger that drives this course. An evening promised by the aroma of red meat: Your guests crave the bloody dream promised by your chef. Satisfy them.
The shadows came first, the voices came next. Several nights in and the man was sure he was hexed. “A person like you has no need for this place.” She hissed as she kissed the side of his face. The Nightmare invaded every corner of his mind. They all will find out he’s doing his job blind. “You couldn’t compete, your work is a laugh. You’d look so much better being torn into half.” The man ran far, as fast as he could. There was something not right, but no one understood. The once proud man fell to his knee and now the monster’s torment of him will continue in “A Tale of Revenge: Part Three”.
Gabriel steps out of the cab, clutching the corner-store bouquet he'd bought at the last minute. Already, he regrets bringing the shabby flowers; Pru works in a funeral home, she sees them every day. Still, a romantic gesture feels appropriate, given what he's come to do. "Wish me luck," he says to the driver, who grunts something like agreement before pulling away. Gabriel steels his resolve. "Pru, I have feelings for you," he says to himself. "Pru, I would like to take you out. Pru, would you fancy a date with me? Pru, I love you." None of it sounds right. He ascends the steps and crosses the porch. A few night lights are on inside, but the mortuary is quiet. Should he have called first? It's too late now. He rings the bell, hearing it echo within the large house. "Pru, I think I'm right for you. Pru, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Pru, you're special to me." He rings the bell again without ans...
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