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They have the picture perfect life on the surface, all smiles and sweetness.
Then one day, the peace is shattered by footsteps, a tentative tapping on a door. Something cracks. A distant door opens. The homeowners slowly, carefully make their way over. You never know who to trust at times like these.
“Who are you?” one asks.
“My car broke down. I was wondering-”
“Come inside. I’ve got you.”
Into this perfect world, beneath its surface, the visitor disappears, never to be seen again.
“I love it when they come to us, mommy.”
“Yes, honey. Me too. Now eat up.”
Re-entering the Friday Fictioneers fray after a long absence. For more stories, click the blue frog!
10 thoughts on “Cracked”
Is this a subtle metaphor for the way the prosperous enjoy their good life at the expense of those who are less fortunate?
LOL, no, not on purpose anyway. But I definitely like that thought! I wish I’d thought of that. Even creepier that way. Bad, bad hospitality!
Eek! That was a chilling little story!
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Very well told. Love the subdued tone in this.
A home delivery! Creepy but nice.
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Welcome back. 😉 Unexpected feast, eh? Creepy and subtly told. Good job.
Caught me in the web on that one…well done
Keith got it right – – Home delivery,,,,, Fun story Anne.
Just call it home delivery!!
A great twist at the end, Anne. Good horror story writing. Welcome back. 🙂 — Suzanne