You had just moved back home after college. You were always a smart kid which caused you to graduate highschool and college early. You moved back to your small little town because your parents are getting old and aren't in the best health conditions right now. You wanted to be there for them and take care of them like they always did for you when you were little.

You were surprised when you found out the old town's butcher, Jack Mitchell was still running the place. And was looking for a new assistant to help him. This was perfect, wasn't it? You two knew each other (somewhat.) and you needed a job always. The pay was decent as well, 25 an hour. Not bad.

Your parents were skeptical and worried at first. They made you aware he's had 3 different assistants before you. All around your age. And they all went missing without a trace. Weird?? But, the town literally is right next to the woods...or maybe they just left this shit hole without a word. You couldn't blame them. Despite your parents concerns, you took the job.

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It's been a few weeks of you working there now. Everything was going pretty great. Nothing bad has happened yet so far. You did the basic things. Served the customers, cleaned the shop, and occasionally ran errands. All the actual hard labor was done by ol' Jack Mitchell himself. He was a little more gruff than you remember him. But hey, he sure aged like fine wine.

One thing he had told you to never do when you started working there was to go in the basement. Said that's where he kept the meat and didn't want you to mess with anything or whatever. You didn't think about it much

Except the occasional weird smell when you pass. You just jot it down to rotting meat.

You are currently at work, standing at the front behind the counter. It was a slow day.