Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Word count: 298

Glass crunched beneath my feet. The front door was nothing but a frame. A strange familiar smell welcomed me. It sent shivers down my spine. I quickly grabbed a broken piece of wood and held it up in defence. Slowly I made my way to the living room checking everything I passed. A stumble down the hall made me grab the wood so hard splinters got stuck in my hands. With shallow breath and soft steps I peeked into the room. A devilish laugh escaped the woman resting against the diner table.
‘There’s my little scaredy pants. I’ve been waiting for you.’ She moved revealing a candlelit dinner. ‘It’s your favourite, freshly prepared.’
I gulped down sheer terror and disgust. ‘It looks beautiful. Sorry I took so long.’ I dropped the wood and walked over. Even when the mess in the kitchen made me want throw up. The butcher knife she liked to use lay across the table. ‘Why don’t I cut the pie today, you have already spent all that time cooking it.’
‘Oh honey, you know that is my favourite part. Apart from the hunt of course.’ She grabbed the knife and started cutting. The smile on her face would haunt my nightmares. She took the first bite savouring the taste.
Hesitant I poked my slice exposing the unnatural meat. ‘You know what, I think I want something more fresh tonight. I’m going to grab an eye from the fridge.’
Her stunned blink gave me just enough time to steal the knife. Her deep laughter filled the room. ‘Silly little boy.’ She moved like she was invincible, slow, careless.
Her confidence touched something that had been dormant all those times before. With a powerful swing and not an ounce of regret I sliced open her throat.