I drove over there and there was Pete standing in the doorway..

PETE: (Waving to me) Come in. I am so glad that you quit. You will have a great life.

ME: Whatever.

I followed him into the dining room. The table were set for a fancy occasion with silver and crystal.

PETE: You came just in time.

ME: (Thinking to myself) Oh-uh-my! I can't eat and look at this man. YEECH!

Okay on the table there was a fine spread. I sat down. The meal came in courses. First came the appetizers Ahhh, it was safe. All it was just raw vegetables. Second course was the salad. I started feeling more comfortable then. He was all right after all. Then it all went to hell when the main course came. I didn't eat anything yet because I didn't know Pete that well enough to eat his cooking. I watched him walk around the table and light all the candles, then he went and sat down. He thought I had lots of manners and that I wouldn't eat until he ate, but that was not the case. The place he was seated at, made me get a really good look at him, which made me wanted to puke really bad. I could feel the puke chunks rising up in my throat. I swallowed hard to keep them down. I tried sipping some water, but it make me wanting to puke even more.

There was a huge silver tray in front of me with a dome lid on it. That was the dinner I guess. Pete was looking at me as he tied a large napkin around his neck. I did the same. I was wanting to see what's was under that lid. Probably a bloody human hand, or a foot, or some guts swimming in a warm bowl of blood. Just thinking of those aspects gave me dry heaves.

PETE: (Screamed without warning) TIME TO EAT!

I scared me so bad that I dropped my fork on the floor.

PETE: Don't pick it up, Just leave it there.

ME: Okay.

Pete then threw his lid off his dinner tray over his head. It hit the floor with a loud clang.

ME: (Startled) SHIT!

On his plate there was this meat laying on a bed of potatoes and carrots accented with parsely and the whole thing was covered in gravy. It sure smelled good. Smelling it made my dry leaves left and my stomach growl. I carefully lifted my lid off too and there was nowhere on the table to put it, so I quietly laid it under the table. Pete grabbed a fork and a knife and began to cut the meat. For a ugly ass man, he sure had some good manners. He was eating that food like it was good. I was too scared to eat even though the food was smelling real good and my stomach was growing like hell. I stabbed in a carrot and slowly ate it . It sure tasted good. I didn't taste any poison so I guess it was safe. I proceed to eat a potato that was lying in the gravy. Next thing I knew I ate all of the vegetables on my plate that lay all around the meat.

PETE: (Looking up at me) Why didn't you eat your meat? You like meat don't you?

ME: Yes I do, but this meat looks funny. It had lots of little bones in it. It's not beef or chicken it's all red and stringy.

PETE: (Sternly) It's very expensive meat and you better eat it. I only cook this for a special occasion and this is it, so eat.

He tore into that heat like it was good. Sucking all the meat off of every bone. I started getting that puke feeling again.

ME: Okay what is this, veal?

PETE: No

ME: Snake?

PETE: No.

ME: Baby?

PETE:Rat?

ME: No.

PETE: Dog?

ME: No.

PETE: (Slamming his wrist on the table) Just eat it PEASE!

I was so scared at that point, so I ate a piece and it tasted good. I thought it was rabbit myself and left it at that. So I ate as much as I could until I was full.

Pete calmed down then.

ME: I'm done.

He pulled his napkin from his neck, wiped the gravy from his lips, got up and proceeded the clear the dishes from the table.

ME: Hey Pete, can I go out in the back yard and get some air?

PETE: Why yes. But remember, I got it fenced in pretty good. Crooks can't get in and you can't get out.

ME: (Mumbling) Whatever freak.

So I went out the back door onto the back porch into the big backyard. I went walking around the back of the house just being nosy and courious, when I nohiced bloody footprints on the white concrete. I followed them to the garbage can. I opened the lid and lying there were the heads and guts of 2 big cats along with some newspaper and a fucked up shipping list/dinner-menu-plan thing.

It read...

Cat bodies smothred in gravy, potatoes and carrots, accented with parsely, mediterranean salad, and vegetable platter.

ME: Shit!

I slammed that lid down and ran to the bushes, and heaved until I puked. I just wanted to fall dead at that point.

When I got my dinner all out of me, I ran back in the house and began to scream but I quickly put my hand over my mouth before I could make a sound because I saw Pete. He was washing the dishes humming to his sick self. I can still smell the food. I ran as far as I could to get away from the smell. I made it to the guest bathroom. I sat on a stool in a daze all sick and digusted. I am stuck in this ugly house with his ugly man who is cooking all the cats in the neighborhod. Shit! He make my family look like the Brady's! Well I got to fix this situation. I bet at home all of my friends are stealing all of my precious computer stuff as I speak. I got to get home. I cannot live out this sick man's fantasy anymore.