A Strange Meal

"Son, I have something important to tell you." My father said in his usual monotonous voice. He was normally creepy with his dark eyes, pale skin and still demeanour, but today it seemed as if he had a fire smouldering inside of him. He was looking intensely queer, sitting across from the strange looking meats that we called an thanksgiving meal. "Ever since your mother has disappeared, I have gained a peculiar taste for certain types of beef." he continued "I think its time you acquired the taste too." The light from the flickering candles casted a sinister shadow upon his face. It then when I noticed he had a uncharacteristically twisted smile upon his face. "The feast that we will be enjoying for this extravagant holiday is extra special for we will be joined by your mother!" He said in voice as if it was an inside joke. "She won't be sitting with us, but-" The crooked smile of his somehow got wider as he fell in a fit of laughter. After taking a moment to compose himself he finally managed to choke out in a horse whisper "she will be the main meal!"