I woke up, and had this strange feeling of calmness.
My room was bright with sunlight, and it partically blinded me.
I jumped out of my bed, running out of my room and down the stairs. "
Mom! Dad! Are you here?"
I called, hoping that they were here, instead of those horrifying monsters.
"Yeah, honey, we're in here. Come eat some breakfast with us."
Called my mom. A smile split my face as I burst into the kitchen, seeing my family grouped around the kitchen table.
"Jenny!"
Smiled my little sister, getting out of her chair and hugging me.
I hugged her tightly, never wanting to let her go ever again.
I let go, reluctantly and pulled up a chair. My mom came over with a plate of waffles. My personal favorite since I was six.
"Thanks, mom."
She smiled, kissing my forehead.
"You're welcome, princess."
I cringed, at the word, princess. She never called me that before.
I felt a knot of sudden dread tie itself inside my stomache. However, I shook it away, looking at my brother.
"So, Max, how'd you do on your gigantic math test?"
I teased, grinning.
"Three words. I hate tests."
I laughed, throwing a piece of waffle at him that I ripped off.
"Three words. Sucks for you."
He rolled his eyes, throwing it back at me. I caught it in my mouth, eating it, and instantly spit it back out.
"Oh, gross!"
I groaned. It had a dead fly on it.
"What?" Asked my dad.
"There's a dead fly on my waffle."
He picked the piece of food up and looked at it, but his expression looked blank.
"I don't see anything, princess."
I frowned, trying my best to ingore that horrid P word.
"Dad, you're going blind. It's right there."
I pointed at it, and he looked at the spot where I was pointing.
"There's nothing there."
I frowned, staring hard at him. He sent me a look of confusion, and went to go throw it away. I looked down at my plate, and leaped out of my chair.
"Oh my God!"
I made a mildly disgusted face of horror, and stared at the severed fingers sticking out of my waffle. Everyone looked up, worried.
"What's the matter, princess? Is something wrong?"
Asked my mom, frowning.
"My plate, it has fingers on it!"
They all looked at my plate, confused.
"What fingers?" Asked Alysson, staring right over my plate.
"Those fingers!" I yelled, gesturing wildly at them.
Max gave me this weird look.
"Are you okay, Jennifer?"
He asked, looking a little serious.
"You seriously don't see this?" I cried, frantic.
"Mom, Jennifer is scaring me." Whispered Max, looking at me, concerned.
"She's scaring me, too."
She said, looking more worried than before.
My dad sat down at the table, reaching for the syrup.
"She probably just needs some sleep." He reasoned, drowning his waffle in syrup. I looked at his plate, and did a double take.
"Dad! Look at your waffles!"
I shouted, eyes wide.
There was a foot sitting on top of his breakfast.
He stopped and quickly looked at his plate infront of him. He sighed, getting annoyed.
"What is it this time, princess?"
I kept staring at the foot, my heart starting to thump wildly.
He shook his head to himself, and began to pour more maple syrup on his food. I gasped as blood came out of the nozzle.
"DAD!"
I sceerched, grabbing my hair in fright.
He jumped a mile, looking around, alert.
"Princess, sit down and eat your food, and stop scaring your siblings."
He said, calm, obvlious to the limb on his plate. I finally snapped, frustrated and frightened.
"STOP CALLING ME, PRINCESS!"
I screamed.
My family looked at me, shocked.
"Well, if she's not going to eat her waffles, I am."
Laughed Max, dumping my bloody food onto his plate, which had an ear on it. I looked at my sister's plate, to see eyeballs. My mom had a long string of intestintes.
I felt sick, wanting to throw up. My world had gone upside down.
Then, they began to EAT it.
My face fell, and my mind went blank, as I watched them eat body parts and organs. I groaned, stumbling back against the wall next to the swinging door. My legs wobbled, and I began to shake, feeling weak.
"My God, Lily, this is delicious."
Encouraged my dad, taking a big bite of toe into his mouth.
She smiled, and slurped at the intestintes, as if they were noodles.
I shut my eyes, tightly, willing it to go away with every fiber of my body, but I could hear them crunching and chewing and swallowing and slurping.
"Can I have seconds?" Asked Max, greedily.
My cannibal of a mother laughed, shaking her head, no.
"Why, Max, this is only breakfast."
I opened my eyes, to see them still eating, sucking every piece of bone dry and making sure there was nothing left on their plates.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, as a cackle echoed in the distance.