Scary little stories

I : THE MEAL

"... wait ! Our oven doesn't ding and it certainly doesn't rattle!"

It was around 6pm-7-ish , I couldn't really tell.

My family and were seated round the dining table, its round sides draped with our red table cloth that I remembered so vividly from my childhood.
Any time I got injured while playing outside my Dad would sit me on the table and patch up my wound.

" Ted ! Put her on the counter instead !" My mom who was always fussing about the damn tablecloth would say but of course, my dad would never listen to her .
He's reasoning being " it's already red , so if blood gets on it ... it wouldn't matter !"
I could still remember the cheeky smile on his face anytime he said that and the chorus of laughter from the family that would follow after, even from my mom who would try so hard to remain angry but would eventually give in.

I gripped the table cloth as I began to perceive that something was very wrong . For starters ; we had a square dining table and when was the last time we all sat together to have dinner .

Nowadays the only time one of us in this family approached the other was to pick a fight or mindlessly argue and throw around word we don't mean until one of us gets hurt .
Yeah,we had become 🎆 dysfunctional 🎆

I was snapped out of my thoughts when my mom suddenly announced that us ladies should get started on dinner so everyone could eat and go to bed on time . Strange... my mom usually doesn't give a shit about us eating or going to bed on time.

Like it was some kind of magnetic pull , I had gotten up and began walking behind my mom and sister to the kitchen.
As I passed by my brother and my Dad they both had wide smiles on , their heads following my movement until I left the room , all with those creepy smiles on their faces . Now I was really starting to get scared.
Who the heck looks at someone like that ?

Shaking of the ominous feelings I had , I reasoned with myself that I was simply imagining things .

I arrived in the kitchen to find that my mom and sister were already half way through preparing The Meal . Not wanting to be a douche , I rushed to aid them before they finished.

Not long after , we were already done with the preparation.
My mom suddenly announced " we are to bake this meal ! Hurry now , let's put it in the oven ! "

Bake the meal? Why would we bake the meal ? And for the first time that night, I glanced down at what I was preparing.
I had no idea what it was , I'd never seen it in my life . It looked like a mix between veggies and pudding. Needless to say , it was very strange looking.

My observation time had been cut short because before I could even ask what we were making, my mom and sister shoved it in our Gas oven . Come to think of it... I hadn't uttered a single world since the whole ordeal... something definitely wasn't right.

Once again , found myself being pulled towards the dinning table which had now become triangular might I add.
Something was really wrong.

I once again opened my mouth to voice out my complaints when I noticed that.... it had suddenly become darker .
I could still make out my family's features but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Ding ! The sudden sound startled me .
I warily tore my eyes away from my still! Grinning dad and brother and looked in the direction of the kitchen , what was that ding ?

" oh ! That must be the Oven , why don't you go check on the meal honey ? "
My mom suddenly said...her voice sounded different, kinda like a man.

This time I got up of my own accord and began walking towards the kitchen with the sole intent of finding out what The meal was.
I approached the oven and put on a pair of red mitts. Just as I was about to open the tinted oven door I heard rattling from inside of it .... Strange...
It sounded like a thousand little bugs were running around in there ...ew.

My trembling hands gripped the oven door and without further ado I began to pull open the door .
Midway through opening it, to my horror I realized that " wait ! Our oven doesn't ding and it certainly doesn't rattle!"
But alas , it was too late. I had already pulled down the door and the sight that greeted me.... made me freeze in pure horror.

It looked like something out of fear factor

or something out the depths of hell.

It was a nasty bed of roaches , they were so many they began to rush out of the oven towards me .

"Mom! There's roaches in the meal!"
I finally yelled out .

" oh honey ....the roaches are the meal !"
The voice didn't even sound like my mother any more, it sounded like two demonic voices coming from one body.
Howling laughter was soon chorused after the voice.
Similar to the one we would all chorus after my dad told a cheesy joke when we were little.

......A million roaches...... all large sized rushing towards me ... nothing told me to run faster than I ever have.

But... it was too late, they began to crawl all over me . I toppled to the floor in a mix of wails and cries but the roaches didn't care , they continued to crawl all over me from head to toe .
Even all over my face.

I was a thrashing mess , I could feel each and everyone of their spiky disgusting legs all over me, their smooth wings serving as a stark contrast.
Due to my thrashing I had smashed some of them which made their goo smere all over me , it only added to the horrific experience.

Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, I snapped my head head towards the direction in hopes that someone would help me in my current predicament but just then a roach ran over my exposed eye.

I.Wanted.To.Die.

How disgusting, take me God ! Take me right now! I cried . I was a mess.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my cheek , the roaches began to crawl over the hand but the owner didn't seem to mind .
I looked up and found out it belonged to my mom , this time she had no eyes and the nasty roaches were pouring out of her eye sockets in folds a truly grotesque sight.

That wasn't even what bothered me . what bothered me , what disturbed me , what brought tears to my eyes was the spoon of squirming roaches in her hand .

I already knew what she was going to do.

I didn't even have any energy left to protest.

She pried my jaw open.

Tears filled my eyes.

She shoved the spoon in.

Mph! Mph! Mph!

That was the breaking point, I jolted awake from the terrible, terrible dream.
In a crazed manner I searched all over my skin for any roaches but luckily found none.

Right after I tried to get out of bed
I ..... I suddenly noticed I wasn't in my bed .
I was in fact on the cold kitchen floor and right there and then .....a roach ran past me, so quick I barely even saw it.

......This was a dream.....right?