I once decided to visit a classmate of mine after school. His name was Victor, and I had always found him a bit odd, but I never gave it much thought until that day. When I arrived at his house, I was taken aback by how pale and thin his entire family appeared. His parents looked almost sickly, with skin so light and translucent that you could see the faint blue veins beneath. Their appearance made me uncomfortable, and I couldn’t help but think of vampires, though I quickly dismissed the thought as ridiculous.
We sat down at the dining table, and I tried to ignore the unsettling feeling creeping over me. As we began eating, I started to notice the strange food they were preparing. Instead of the usual dishes I was accustomed to, their meal consisted entirely of raw vegetables and raw meat. It wasn’t the kind of raw food you might expect in a gourmet dish like steak tartare. No, they were eating entire raw steaks, uncooked and unseasoned, as if they’d just been taken straight from the butcher.
The sight of them eating raw, bloody meat made me feel nauseous. I tried to stay calm and polite, but everything about the scene felt wrong. The quiet way they chewed their food, the lack of any cooking or seasoning, and their cold, almost clinical demeanor left me with a sense of dread. I could barely finish my meal, and when I looked up at them, their eyes seemed unnervingly focused on me, almost as though they were waiting for something.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up abruptly and excused myself, feeling a wave of relief as I left the house. As soon as I stepped outside, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind. I didn’t know what had just happened, but it felt as if I had stumbled into some kind of strange, hidden world. I had no intention of going back anytime soon, convinced that something was terribly wrong with Victor and his family.
A few days later, Victor came to my house for a visit. I wasn’t sure how to behave, given what had happened before, but I tried to act normal. We sat down in the kitchen, and I offered him a sandwich. As I watched him take a bite, I noticed his face change. His eyes widened in horror, and he immediately dropped the sandwich. His face turned even paler, and without saying a word, he stood up and rushed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
I stood there, confused and somewhat disturbed. Had my sandwiches really disgusted him that much? I thought about what happened at his house and wondered if it was somehow connected. Was there something wrong with his family’s diet, or was it something deeper? I couldn’t stop thinking about the strange behavior of Victor and his parents, and I realized that I may never truly understand what was going on with them.