Soup: A Scary Short Story

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Soup

“Lets take a break.” Eva panted as she threw down her heavy backpack on a small patch of blooming daisies next to the trail. It was about 5o’clock in the afternoon, and the sun hid behind a small piece of cloud giving the sky an orange hue. Bathed in the golden sunshine were lush pine trees, giving off a faint, sweet fragrance. “We have been hiking for hours. I am dead tired.”

“Well, we won’t be here if you didn’t wander off onto the other trail. You were the one that lead us here!” Sarah grumbled and shot Eva a glare. “We could have been with our camp counselors and summer camp friends.”

“How would I know that they are on the other trail?”

“If you didn’t start torturing snails, we won’t be lost!”

“I wasn’t torturing snails!”

“You were plucking snails off trees, using them as rocks to throw the poor squirrel! Its disgusting!”

“I’m sorry!” Eva rolled her eyes.

Sarah let out a huge sigh. That was what she hated most about her best friend Eva. Eva had always found destroying nature fun. She would take rocks and throw them at innocent animals, or break branches off trees to dig holes and set traps to capture insects. No matter how many times she tells Eva to stop, Eva would simply ignore her and do it again

“Hey Sarah, there is an inn right there! We can borrow their phone to call the counselors.” Eva pointed to a less dense part of the rich, green forest.

Sarah strained her eyes. A few yards before them, she saw a small treeless area with a small wooden inn.

An uneasy feeling rose in her stomach, “Wait! Don’t…”

“Come on! Let’s go! It’s going to be ok!” Eva heaved up her enormous bag and sprinted toward the inn.

“But…” Sarah quit protesting and ran after her friend.

“Hello m’dears, welcome to the Guardian Inn...

... middle of paper ...

...ack bag over and her eyes widen in surprise. On the bag, she sees the logo of the Guardians Inn.

Sarah ran in her top speed until she reached to the cabin next to the huge oak tree. She uttered out a scream. All four walls in the cabin were stained with crimson red. Blood drips from knives that hang on the wall. Unidentifiable objects scattered the floor with smattering amount of blood on them. On the middle of the floor, she saw the purple headband that Eva used to catch fireflies. Slowly coming out of the shock, Sarah walked toward the pot on the left side of the room. She opened the lid but quickly dropped it as the sulfurous smell hit her. The top was filled with vegetable but it was also brimmed with thin, wrinkly fingers, long, slimy intestines and round balls with brown spot on it.

“Would you like some soup?” The old couple asked Sarah at the door.

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