Horror Not: Ham and Pie

Warning: Not suitable for kids... or teens...

"You are exactly who I'm looking for." He went forward, closer towards her. Their faces almost touching.

She had nowhere to hide. The only route of escape is blocked by him.

"Don't be scared. Hmm... you're a beauty..." He examined her flawless skin as her eyes only showed fear.

He was about to caress her face when a hand held his wrist, tightly like it wanted to break the bones inside.

"Get away from her." The man who had a pair of grey eyes said as he twisted the other's wrist.

"You're her... cringe in charming?" The other guy gave a soft, dark laugh after he got his wrist back.

"Get out." The one with grey eyes said as he got ready to hit the other.

"Sure... Way to kill the moment." The guy then left the place like nothing happened.

The grey eyed man then took his book that was on the other table and left as well.

"Are you okay, dear?" The old lady which was the owner of the shop asked the girl who was still in a dazed.

"I'm... I'm fine." She said weakly and left in a hurry.



She was now on top of the old bridge. It was a bridge that connected two towns. It was a strong one, one that was now a hundred years old.

The cold wind blew as she slowly breathed in the air.

"You know, you shouldn't be alone at this time of the night." A deep voice came from behind her.

She turned around to see the same person. The one with grey eyes.

"I... I'm j...just getting a little fresh air." She stuttered.

"Be safe." The man said and walked away.

"Uh...Uhmm..." She tried to call him but stopped.

She went home soon after.



Opening the door, she sighed at what was in front of her.

"I want dinner!"
"I'm hungry!"
"Can we have pie?"
"I don't want pie"
"I want ham!"
"You're so inconsiderate!"
"You're so selfish!"

"Shut up!!!!" A voice thundered as the young ones quieted.

The owner of the voice then turned his head towards her.

"So? You got anything?" He said with a threatening tone.

She lowered her head and walked quickly to the kitchen. She knew, she was going to be in trouble.

"You mean you got nothing out of that bloody guy!? I got a twisted arm for nothing?! Not even a rusty quarter?!!?"

She kept quiet as she busied herself, making dinner.

The man who was now in rage ransacked her bag.

He smirked when he saw what he wanted.

Taking the small pouch that was in the pocket of the bag, he opened and looked inside it.

"So, you did well today." He said and took the cash that was inside the pouch.

She continued as thou he was invisible.

He snaked his arms around her waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Make ham and pie for them today. We're celebrating." He said and left the kitchen.

She shuddered at the disgusted man as tears fell uncontrollably.