Guest Blog : Delicious by David Mallory

Delicious by David Mallory

Late one night, I was talking to Bryan, my boyfriend, over the phone. We were just talking about the typical things that we’d talk about, like the movie that we had gone to see in the theatre and when we would be able to see each other again.

Continuing my habit of walking back and forth as I talked on the phone, I was next to one of the vents that led to the basement and as I stood there for a second, I heard a sound coming from down there. Something that sounded like a ton of items had just been thrown on the ground. I leaped back, making sure to keep the vent and myself far away from each other.

“What the fuck was that?” I yelled, completely shaken and almost leaped out of my skin when I heard a voice coming from beside me as I had almost forgotten that I was still holding the phone to my ear.

“What was what?” asked Bryan worriedly, as he had no clue what was going on since he was not able to hear the noise that came from the vent.

After composing myself for a second, I explained to him what had just happened. He was extremely worried about what could have made the sound, but that worry quickly changed to anger after I told him that I was going to head downstairs to find out what caused it.

“What? Are you crazy?” he yelled, “You don’t know what’s down there, it could be anything!”

Even though I knew he was right, I needed to see what was going on, to satisfy my curiosity and to make it easier to sleep at night.

“I’m not crazy,” I told him, “I just need to know what’s down there, besides it’s probably just the wind.”

Bryan sighed, he knew that when I was like this, there’s no talking me out of it, I’ll do it no matter what.

“Fine, but please just be careful.”

“Of course, I’ll be careful.” I replied, “When am I not careful?” I heard him mutter something, probably some sort of snarky comment, but by that time, I had already put the phone and began to head towards the basement door.

Once I got to the door, I unlocked it and opened the door as I turned the light on. At first, everything seemed completely normal and I was about to completely close the door when my eyes caught the shadow of something zip along the wall. I quickly opened the door, when I saw what looked like a humanoid figure standing at the bottom of the stairs, seemingly staring at one of the steps.

It moved its head up and when it noticed me, it started charging up the stairs, running so fast that it looked like it was gliding. I stood at the top of the stairs with the door in hand, completely shocked at what was happening. Unsure of what to do, I waited until it made it to the final step and then I grabbed the thing’s neck and I began squeezing.

The thing began flailing its arms and moving its head around to escape from my grasp, but I continued choking it until I heard a loud ‘crack’ come from it and I felt it go limp in my hands. I stared at the body in my hands for a few seconds and I laid the body on the ground. I ran over to the phone that Bryan was still on, unsure of what I was going to do now.

I was sitting on my bed, staring at the window while I waited for David to get back on the line to tell me that everything was alright. I had almost convinced myself to drive over to his house when I heard deep breathing come from over the phone.

“David? Is that you?” I answered, “Are you okay?”

“No, no, I’m not.” came the shaken reply, “I-I think I just killed someone.”

“What?” I yelled, “Are you serious? Cause if this is one of your jokes, it isn’t funny!”

“I’m not joking, I swear!” he said, sounding like he was on the brink of tears, “I killed someone in self-defense and the body is-“

“David?” I yelled into the receiver, “David, what’s going on?”

“OH MY GOD!” David yelled over the phone, “THE BODY – IT’S GETTING BACK UP! BRYAN, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO-“

Suddenly, there were screams and growls coming from the phone and then everything went silent.

“David! David!” I screamed, “Speak to me? Are you okay?” I was about to call the police when I heard a click, like someone picking up the phone. “David? Are you okay?”

I heard heavy breathing come from over the phone and after what felt like a year, I got a reply.

“Yes, he’s okay.” came what sounded like several voices all growling together, “In fact, he’s better than okay, he’s delicious.”



David loves macabre and bizarre things. He also loves movies and is an aspiring horror writer.