Urban Legend(cough hack cough it's a real story from Ohio cough) The Cake is A Lie
Children’s laughter and screams echo in the distance. Two teenage girls walked up a long dirt road up to a house with a “Dead End” sign next to it.
“It’s such a long walk, why did we come this far?” panted one of the girls. She was wearing cat ears and a long, black sweatshirt and carried a pillow case that bulged with candy.
“This house is totally going to give us some giant amount of candy! I mean seriously, how many people would come up here? And the lights are on, it’s fair game!” the other responded. She had a billowing cape, and red marks on the corners of her lips to resemble blood.
The house was a cheery bright blue, which was visible due to the single porch light that shone like a beacon into the dark Halloween night. It was surrounded by a forest and there was a small, dainty flower pot with two daffodils planted in it.
The girls reached the house and laughing, they each rang the door bell twice. They giggled and held out their bags when a tall, blond lady who looked to be in her thirties answered the door with a TV like smile. She wore a salmon pink sweater and jeans.
She looked at them a slight disapproving eye, “Ohh, aren’t you kids a little old to be trick or treating?”
The girl with the cape spoke up, “Since when does Halloween have an age limit?”
“Hahaha. I suppose you’re right.” She laughed, “Well you kids might be more interested in the chocolate cake I have inside? I just baked it, so it’ll be fresh, warm and moist by now.” She smiles more.
The girls look to each other and to the nice lady offering them cake.
“Sure, what the hell? C’mon Julie!” says the girl with the cape.
“Okay…” sighs Julie.
“Oh, how lovely!” the lady clasps her hands together, “I just love having guests!”
She opens her door and escorts them inside. She then points to the cape girl.
“Ah, it seems I left it in the basement! Would you be a dear and grab it for me, it’s right on the table!” she puts her hands on her face in a flustered look, “I can be so forgetful, especially when there’s an unexpected visitor!” The lady opens a door to reveal the basement stairs.
The teenager blinks for a second, shrugs and steps down, thinking of the promised cake. When she gets past the door, the women smiles an overly wide, toothy grin.
“I’m sure you’ll find it in the dark.” She says and slams the door in the girl’s face. She hears the lock click in place and starts to panic.
“Kristi!!” Julie screams from the other side of the door, “What have you done with her!? What are you doing?! Let go of me! Mmmmf!” Her screams become muffled and cackling laughter echoes through the door.
Kristi’s eyes were wide with horror, she took a step back in the dark and fell down the stairs, landing on her wrist. Something snapped in the bone, and she cried out in pain and terror all at once. Her wrist began to throb and she held it gently and small tears fell down her face.
Too shocked to think, she sat there for a moment and from upstairs she heard a sound. A high-pitched bloodcurdling shriek emanated from behind the door, and was quickly cut off with a choking noise.
She muffled her own whimpering and she was sobbing.
What should I do?! she thought frantically, Something really horrible happened to Julie and now I’m trapped in pitch black in the basement of a complete maniac. But what can I do?! What could I have done?!
A few hours later, the door creaks open and the lady appears holding a candle and a pie with a cleaver knife sticking out of it. She walks down the stairs towards the girl who’s too terrified to move. The hairs on Kristi’s back are standing on end and she wipes her face to attempt to show that she had some strength.
“Aww, have I scared you? There’s no need to be frightened of me. Here, have some of this meat pie I made special for you.” The lady flashed her bright smile again.
“…I don’t want any.” Kristi mumbled.
“Don’t want any! Don’t want any! You’ll have some! I spent hours making this just for you! You will eat it and enjoy it!” she grabs a handful of pie and rips the girl’s jaw open and shoves some in her mouth.
Kristi gags for a moment and tried to choke it down to appease this monstrous woman.
“It’s not so bad… I guess.” The strength was mostly drained from her now.
“Glad you like it. You see? Friends are useful for many things and might I add, go wonderfully with a dash of ketchup and olive oil. Make sure to use only just enough olive oil, or the tender female teen’s human flesh tends to not get as crispy as is desirable.” She laughed lightly, “I’m sure Julie would be ecstatic to know that you liked her.” At that, she popped a handful into her mouth.
Kristi’s eyes widened as far as they would go, and her stomach churned painfully. The worst part was that she had liked it, and she felt sicker than she’s ever been in her life.
The lady laughed laud and harshly again and she put down the candle and flicked on the lights to reveal a dirt basement with many human skeletons strewn about with various ripped clothing. She laughed so hard, she started choking on the pie that she’s been eating.
Seeing this as a chance, her instincts kicked in and she looked around. She spotted an old wooden door at the other end of the basement. She picked herself up, wincing at her wrist and ran as fast as her legs would carry her over to the door which she burst open to expose the storm cellar doors and the steps to get to them. She heard the lady rasping in the corner and wasn’t brave enough to look back and see that she was approaching her. Kristi rammed the doors with all her might and sprinted down the street to a cop car that was stationed on the side of the road. Completely out of breath, she looked back and saw that the house was gone. In its place was a large tree. But she could’ve sworn she heard the angry scream of a woman in the distance.
-The moral of this urban legend? The cake is a lie.
(Actually this would've been longer... but I had to cut it short for the requirements...)
