Grandma has been acting strange, why is she making so much food? Why can't dad stop eating?
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Scary Stories For Creepy Kids
Feed The Father
[music] [music] This is Scary Stories for Creepy Kids! I'm Kayla, and I'm Kayla! [music] This story is called Feed the Father! [music] Once upon a time, in a small quiet town, they lived a family in an old creaky house. The family consisted of two kids, Timmy and Sally, their dad, Mr. Thompson, and their sweet old Grandma Edna. Grandma Edna had always been known for her delicious cooking, but lately her meals had taken a strange turn. One chilly evening as the family gathered around the dinner table, Grandma Edna served a massive feast. The table was filled with steaming dishes of roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, and pies of every kind. Mr. Thompson's eyes widened with delight as he dug into the food. Eat up, dear. Grandma Edna always said with a sly smile, "You need your strength." Timmy and Sally exchanged puzzled glances. Their dad had been eating more and more lately, and he seemed to be getting rounder by the day, but they didn't dare question Grandma Edna, shot away of making you feel guilty for not finishing your plate. As days went by, Grandma Edna's cooking became even more extravagant. She made enormous breakfasts with stacks of pancakes, bacon and eggs. Lunches were towering sandwiches and bowls of creamy soup, and dinners were feasts fit for a king. Mr. Thompson couldn't resist the delicious food, and he ate until he could barely move. One night, Timmy and Sally decided to investigate. They tipped her down to the kitchen after everyone had gone to bed. The moonlight cast eerie shadows on the walls, as they peeked through the crack in the door, with they saw made their blood run cold. Grandma Edna was standing over a bubbling cauldron stirring a thick, greenish stew. She muttered strange words under her breath. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural light. On the counter, there were jars filled with strange ingredients, bat wings, spider legs, and something that looked disturbingly like a human finger. Timmy gasped, and Grandma Edna's head snapped up. Who's there? She hissed, her voice dripping with evilness. The kids froze, but Grandma Edna's eyes locked onto them. All my dear grandchildren. She said with a wicked grin. Come in, come in. I was just preparing a special meal for your father. Timmy and Sally backed away, but Grandma Edna's grip was like iron. She dragged them into the kitchen and forced them to sit at the table. You see? She said her voice low and menacing. I've been fattening up your father. He's going to be the main course of my grand feast. The kids I widened in horror. You can't do that, Sally cried. Oh, but yes, I can't. Grandma Edna replied, her grin widening. And you too will help me. She handed them each a spoon and ordered them to stir the cauldron. The kids threw his two bubbles and hissed. And the smell was enough to make them gag. But they had no choice. They stirred and stirred their hearts pounding with fear. The next morning, Mr. Thompson woke up feeling strange. His stomach was bloated and he could barely move. Grandma Edna brought him a tray of food. Her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Eat up, dear. She said sweetly. You need your strength. Mr. Thompson tried to protest, but his hunger was too strong. He ate and ate until he felt like he was about to burst. Timmy and Sally watched him in horror knowing what was coming. That night, Grandma Edna prepared the grand feast. She set the table with her finest china and lit candles that cast flickering shadows on the walls. Mr. Thompson was too weak to move. He lay on the couch, groaning in pain. There was a knock at the door and a group of people began to enter and sit around the table. They were all wearing strange animal masks with large, too deep grins. Once they sat down, they picked up their silver and started pounding on the table, chanting. Eat up, dear. Eat up, dear. Now, my dear. Grandma Edna said her voice dripping with evilness. It's time for the main course. She lifted a gleaming carving knife and approached Mr. Thompson. Timmy and Sally screamed, but their cries were drowned out by the sound of a knife slicing through the air. Just as Grandma Edna was about to make the final cut, there was a loud crash. The front door burst open and a group of town people rushed in. They were holding pitchforks and torches. Stop, one of them shouted. What are you doing? It's the witch we've been tracking. Get her. Grandma Edna's eyes blazed with flurry. You were meddling flawed. She screeched. You ruined everything. With a puppet smoke, Grandma Edna was gone. Before them stood a crooked pale woman with a hunched spine and a long spider-like fingers. In a flash she was gone. The townspeople overpowered the people in masks and dragged them away kicking in the spring. Mr. Thompson was saved, but he was never the same. He couldn't eat without feeling sick and he had nightmares about the feast for the rest of his life. As for Timmy and Sally, they never forgot about what happened that night. They never found out what happened to their real Grandma Edna. They moved away from the old house and never spoke of it again, but sometimes on cold dark nights. They could still hear the witch's voice whispering in the shadows. Eat up to you, you need your strength. You need your father. You need your father. That was a terrifying tale. Thanks for listening. Follow us on Facebook, Instagram and our other socials for more content. And buy your book by searching Scary Stories for Creepy Kids on Amazon. Also send us your own scary stories and we might include it on a future episode. Email us at Scary Stories for Creepy Kids at gmail.com. Peace out. Bye! And what looks just something... Timmy! She hissed her voice dripping with malice. Seriously? It says her voice dripping with malice. Why does it always say malice? It's just keep going. Well, can I say something other than her voice dripping with malice? You always can change it. I don't know what to change it to. Anger, disdain, hatred, evil. But their cries were drowned out by the sounds of nut by... The front door bursts open with a group of town. I love it, well, but...