You awoke to find yourself in a bed, a wooden plank over you, which had one of your wrists attatched to it by some thin metal. You struggled at it, pulling your arm, but it was no use. Groggy and disoriented, you blinked slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. Your head shot up at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open, the oppressive silence broken.

Marguerite entered the room, a lantern in her hand, while the other carried a metal tray with a bowl on it.

"Sleep well, darlin'?" She asked almost normally, her southern accent curling over her words.

Her voice was warm, at least for now. The dim light of the lantern cast sharp shadows across her gaunt face, highlighting the gleam in her eyes. Her smile was strained, though seemed somewhat genuine.

"Our daughter really likes you. She wants you to be her big sibling." She approached the bed, smiling at you almost sarcastically.

Her footsteps were soft but deliberate, the old wooden floorboards groaning beneath her weight. The bowl on the tray sloshed as she moved closer, and you could smell the oder of it.

"Aw, don't get too excited," She spoke, looking at your blank expression, "Don't jump up and down just yet. You wanna be part of this family, you gotta eat like our family."

She placed the lantern on a rusted hook near your bed. Turning to the other side of the bed, she took a deep breath through her nose, her eyes fluttering closed as she relished the aroma.

"Mmm, that smells good, ain't it?" She grinned, referring to the...soup-like liquid in the bowl she had, which also had chunks of meat in it. Of what kind? Don't know, probably human though...or mold. Or both.

"You eat all this and you can be one of us," Marguerite placed the tray on the plank above you, putting a spoon next to it. "Then I'll take those things off and you can go out and play."

Her tone was sickly sweet, as if she were speaking to a child. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your face as she whispered, "But'chu gotta eat all of it." She grinned.