The Forbidden Library

Welcome to The Forbidden Library, the darkest page on the site. Every monday i will post a horror story, all thought up by me.

This week’s story is StickDinner.

 

Once on a chilly October morning there was a brother and a sister sleeping in the woods, when a crow cawed and woke up the sister. She hastily shook the brother awake and they went out into the forest to scavenge for food. But the sister stepped on a patch of ground and she sunk straight through it. The brother screamed in horror, but they were cut short… by what? The sister landed in a wooden chair at a wooden table with a wooden door at the other end of the underground room. There were 3 other people in chairs at the table, but they were tied to the chair with vines. In the middle of the table there was a raw chicken with its ribs showing and a knife sticking out. One was alive but shaking. The next was clearly dead. And the final one appeared to be growing into a tree as there was a branch growing out of his head. The first one begged “Please, help us…” In a stuttering nervous voice. He had hope in him until the moment vines sprouted out from the sister’s chair and secured her to it. Suddenly a man with each of his limbs made up of 3 sticks: 2 for the forearm and arm with a y shaped one for the hands, and 2 for the thigh and shin and another y shaped one for a foot. the body and head was a closed log, with curved in at the stomach and rose again, forming a chest and a head in one.  He clapped in delight at the new dinner guest, and asked her the most random and horrifying question of the sister’s life: “Acorn or foot?” He asked.

“What?” The sister shuddered.

“What do you want to eat, acorn or foot?” The treeman repeated.

Now the sister didn’t like the sound of eating an acorn, but cannibalism sounded even worse, so she simply replied: “Acorn please.” The treeman exited. Then the first dinner guest said:

“Whatever you do, if it grows from the ground, don’t eat it.”

The second agreed:

“Thats  what happened to her…” He gestured with a nod. The sister gulped. Then she realized. She had just ordered an acorn! In desperation she yelled: “Actually, can you switch that to foot?” Much grumbling emerged from the kitchen, then a sound of a knife slicing through flesh and a horrifying scream. The treeman came back in with a platter with the lid on. He placed it in front of the girl and removed the lid, revealing an actual human foot. The sister leaned forward and bit a couple of toes off, and reluctantly swallowed. The treeman watched as she ripped of the rest of the flesh from the foot. The sister gulped down the last of the meat and gave a half-hearted sarcastic “Yum.” The treeman then proceeded to ask;

“Hand or apple pie?”

Now apple grew from a tree, so the sister replied:

“Hand.”

The treeman exited, and there was the previous knife slicing through flesh and scream. When the treeman came back in the sister saw a man hanging from the ceiling, missing a hand and a foot. “Murderer” He mouthed. The girl was horrifed. She ate the hand similarly to the foot, taking off 3 fingers before moving to the pinkie and thumb. The tore into the rest of it. The treeman asked “Fish or cherries?”

“Fish” The sister gasped. This time there was no scream, just the treeman going in, a splashing but there was still the sound of the knife, presumably as the treeman stabbed it dead and sliced off the head. after a while he came out with a headless fish, all the scales and fish removed. The sister then ate it. The treeman asked, “Cake?” The sister was surprised, and said, slightly shocked, “Yes please.” The treeman exited again. The sister felt her stomach rumbled and suddenly she vomited over the table and lost her dinner. The treeman came back in carrying a cake, but it had a twig poking out. He was trying to catch her out. The sister just said “No thanks.”

“Eat.” Came the reply. Suddenly the first dinner guest sprouted a branch from his head, and the other dinner guest another one.

“No”

“EAT.” The second dinner guest was now in fact a tree, and the first had another branch.

“NO!!!” The first dinner guest’s face exploded as a dozen twigs burst forth from it.

“EAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!” The treeman demanded.

“ALRIGHT!!!” The sister screeched bake, and bit off a slice of cake. “HAPPY NOW???!!!” Then she felt extreme pains in her eyes and chest. Suddenly, twigs burst from her eyes and a branch from her chest. She was dead. She could have lived, the answer was simple. If she blew the cake, the flames would have danced right into the treeman’s face and set him alight, leaving her free as when he died the vines would wilt. Sadly, this never happened. But what about the brother? He was found headless, blood everywhere. He had angered some fairies, and they had filled his head with so much light… BANG.

The End.