Between The Walls

Chapter One

I’ve lived alone for about thirty years now. No one comes near my house and for a good reason. They value their life.

I walked to my fridge and opened the door, the cold air hit my face. I rummaged through the fridge, human body parts laying there. I grabbed a jar filled with eyes, a little squishy, but good. I looked outside the window from the second floor. I saw these three kids looking at the house. I watched them silently. One kid approached the walkway. I quickly went down stairs to meet him at the door. Before the kid could knock, I opened it and made eye contact with him. His scared impression said it all.

“Excuse me sir, but we lost our ball in your yard. Do you think you can get it for us?” He said with a shaky voice.

I wanted to grab him right there and pull him in, but there were witnesses.

“Sure, I’ll be right back.” I walked into the backyard and saw the ball laying on the ground. I went to pick it up until I heard a noise coming from my basement. I opened the door to my dinner trying to escape. I kicked him in the face, causing him to fall down the stairs. I marched down the stairs.

“Don’t ever try to escape again! Next time I won’t let you off so easy.” I yelled and threw him into his cage.

I put a shock collar on his neck and went back up the basement stairs to grab the kid’s ball. I brought it to him and told him to leave. He nodded with fear in his eyes and ran away. I slammed my door and made my way to the basement to deal with my dinner.

“That was a bad idea Johnny boy, you couldn't just stay in your cage like a good boy. No, you had to make things difficult. Now you have to be punished.”

He had a terrified look on his face, backing up deeper into the back of his cage when I walked towards him.

“No, please don’t. Just let me go.” He said in a shaky voice.

“You know what?”

“What?” He said in a worried voice.

“I’m getting real tired of you talking.” I grabbed his face and bit a chunk of his tongue out of his mouth, his blood filled my mouth.

He screamed from the pain, tears running down his face. I took a hot iron and pressed it against his tongue to cauterize the wound. His body was shaking from the pain, trying to resist, but my hand stopped him from moving it. I kicked him back into the cage.

“I’m going to wash up. I’ll be back to start dinner. Don’t go anywhere,” I scolded him.

         I stomped up the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed my hatchet and saw I had hanging above the stove. I sharpened the hatchet so it was easy to cut through my dinners flesh. I went upstairs to my bathroom. I forgot I had a body lying in my tub from the other day. It's a good thing the tub was filled with Ice water. I didn’t mind eating before dinner, a little snack to prepare me for the main course. I took the blade I used to shave with out of the cabinet and cut a little section from his skin. It looked like raw beef. When cooked, it would taste like many different foods such as beef, chicken, pork, and veal. I slid the piece of skin into my mouth while savoring the flavor.

         After the shower, I dragged the corpse into the basement. It hit each step on the way down. I could hear dinner making noises in his cage. I stopped and looked at him.

         “What? Are you hungry? Here.” I cut a piece of the body out for him.

         I forced his mouth open and shoved the flesh into his mouth. I could see the pain in his eyes, tears running down his face, shaking from fear. I took the body and threw it into the freezer. I looked at my friend and told him it was time for dinner. I reached into the cage, but my dinner thought it was a smart idea to bite me. I looked at him and smiled, shaking my head. Blood dripped down my hand and I licked it and grabbed him by the throat, pulling him out. He had fear in his eyes.

         “You want to play like that?” I tightened my grip. “I can play like that.”

         I took the hatchet and cut off his hand. It took a couple swings, but I was able to get through. He grabbed his wrist out of pain, but I grabbed his other hand and forced his fingers loose and bit a finger off. He cried out in pain, blood gushing out all over the floor. My dinner tried to fight back by kicking me. It didn’t work of course. I took a hammer that was next to me and hit his knee cap with it. His leg bent the other way and he was crawling away from me. I lunged onto him and sank my teeth into his throat. I got a chunk of his muscle. It took a bit to get through, but I did eventually. As I tore that part of flesh from the neck, I looked at him and smiled with the flesh still between my teeth. I took the hatchet and brought it down to his stomach to cut open a slit just big enough for me to reach my hand into. I forced my hand into his stomach, feeling warm from all the blood. He was watching me, the life draining from his face, the blood pouring out of his neck. It was a beautiful sight. I loved watching him suffer.

         I was digging around in his stomach until I got to his heart. I grabbed it, even though it was tough because of the rib cage. My arm was covered with blood from the man's stomach. The thumping of his heart in my hand slowly stopped. I ripped it out of his chest and the rest of his organs. I wrapped the organs in a bag and threw them in the freezer with the other body. I cut up his chest and broke his ribs so I’m able to pull them out. I took it up stairs and turned on my oven. I went up to the bathroom to wash my face and my hands. About a half an hour past and my ribs were done.

         Dinner was served.