Sickness

Johnny saw his mother and smiled, he stood up in his entire splendor. The liquid running down his naked body, "Hello mommy glad you are home" Johnny smiled. "What have you done?" His mother asked. "You see mother I have this thing I have a craving for human flesh" For the first time Mrs. Cook notice that Angel was not moving and the blood on the floor. The stench she smelled was that of death. Her son was bathing in her daughters blood while her dead eyes watch accusing him of the most heinous of actions. She swooned but too terrified of what was to come she held on to consciousness.

"Now mother about dinner it seemed to be ruined. Angel didn't agree on the sides maybe I could convince you to help me prepare the main course." With that Johnny stepped out of the tub producing a hatchet, "guess who I'm having for dinner" he stated. Later that evening a clean house and a fine meal Mr. Cook relaxed by the fireplace. "I don't believe that your mother and sister would miss out on such a fine meal" Mr. Cook examined his pipe. Taking tobacco he lined the pipe and lit it, an aroma of pine filled the air. "Johnny you must tell me that recipe and don't hold back I want to know all the details." Johnny just smiled and nodded all the while sharpening the dad's favorite wood chopping axe. "You dad maybe you can help me with tomorrow's meal" Rubbing his belly his dad gave a thoughtful nod thinking what a good son he had. Johnny knew that his sickness could not be cured with the exception of course of human flesh. Johnny lead his dad to the kitchen to clean up axe in hand...