Young Writers Society

Hello hello! PepperVibes here to read and review!

I like how this story begins. Seems like a sweet family trying to cope with loss. Josiah seems like he's willing to do anything to see the people he loves. That's so sad that his wife doesn't even pretend to agree with him to help him through his grief.

I did not see the ending coming. That was such a strong ending and I would love to read more of this story to see what happens. So creepy. Josiah seems to be that bad guy character who thinks he's really actually doing something for the good. Like it seems He wants to make the town pay because he thinks they are the truly evil people. That's so sad. I think Josiah needs a real hug. Not one from the wife who didn't try to understand.

Very interesting story!

Stay spicy and keep writing!
-Pepper

Hi names 22Midnight
hope your doing well, let's get into it!

First Impression: even at the start this gave me a bit of a laugh but also made me feel weird like what is this guy doing? totally a good way to start it to keep me wondering till the end.

Josiah placed the locks of Marguerite and Merle’s hair that he found in their room in the batter. They loved chocolate cake, so certainly, it would work out.

“Why are you putting hair in cake batter?” Emilia asked.

Josiah grinned at his wife as he stirred the cake batter.

“I read online that you can take the hair of dead loved ones and put into food they love. They can come back!” Josiah said happily.

Emilia frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. Of course she was skeptical, that was because she didn’t believe like him.

“Are you going off of something you read online? How can you take anything the internet says seriously? They’re gone.” Emilia said, her voice hushed and full of sorrow.

Josiah slammed the wooden spoon on the counter. He couldn’t get mad at her. He just had to make her understand, that was all.

“But you don’t know that. Strange things happen all the time. Why not just let me give this a try? Don’t you want to see them again?” Josiah asked.

Emilia sighed and shook her head.

“More than anything. But going off what someone says on the internet would be disrespectful to their memory. Let them go.” Emilia said.

She loved them too. She thought about them too. She felt the same gnawing, growing pain in her heart that he did.

So why try to deny the possibility?

“You’re right. I shouldn’t have done anything. I’m sorry.” Josiah said, opening his arms out in an embrace.

Emilia walked up to him and hugged him fiercely, all the love for their children and him seeping right in.

“Say hello to the children for me.” Josiah said, grabbing the knife from the counter and stabbing Emilia’s back.

When he let go, Emilia’s petrified eyes stared back at him, but he simply turned her around, so that the blood dripping from her chest would fall into the batter.

“Monsters the people called the children, and monsters the people should be.” Josiah said.

There was another thing the site told him. If something were to ever go wrong, he could take the blood of a loved one and use it to place a curse. His children had such the Halloween spirit that not everyone shared, but everyone would see in their eyes, as monsters.

Emilia didn’t understand, but she would when she saw their children. He’d make the town pay, and he’d make his family happy.

Nothing would stop Josiah.