Mommy and the Satanists

By Carl R. Moore

Overwhelmed suburban mom Annette Williams enlists a Satanic cult to help with the house and kids. When her husband George tries to stop her, all hell breaks loose in their quaint Vermont home.

Mommy and the Satanists is a 2018 Halloween surprise release short story from Carl R. Moore, author of Slash of Crimson and Other Tales!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Seventh Star Press
• Release date: Oct 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9781948042727

Carl R. Moore

Carl R. Moore lives in upstate New York with his wife Sarah and two daughters, Maddy and Izzy. His collection Slash of Crimson and Other Tales, published by Seventh Star Press, is available for Kindle preorder on Amazon.com and will be available in paperback on July 21, 2017. His fiction has also appeard in Rymfire’s Heavy Metal Horror and Rymfire Erotica anthologies, as well as magazines Thuglit and Macabre Cadaver.

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Mommy and the Satanists

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Mommy and the Satanists

Carl R. Moore

Copyright © 2018 by Carl R. Moore

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Mommy and the Satanists is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are the product of the author’s imagination, used in fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, places, locales, events, etc. are purely coincidental.

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Acknowledgments

I’d like to thank my publisher, Seventh Star Press, in particular Stephen Zimmer, for making this story’s vision a reality. I would also like to thank Harrison Fisher for his excellent advice on style, and of course my wife Sarah for her good taste, great conversations, and surreal sense of humor. Last but not least, I thank my daughters Madeline and Isabel, who are my two brightest stars.

Mommy and the Satanists

He came home to find Annette sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands. A spilled beer lay beside her elbow, dripping onto the floor. He heard their two-year-old crying in the back room and their twelve-year-old blasting music upstairs.

Honey, what’s the matter? asked George. He set his briefcase on the chair and put his phone on the counter. He reached out and gently pulled her hands from her face.

His wife glared at him through a web of matted blonde hair, eyes bloodshot from tears and booze What’s the matter? she parroted. What do you think’s the matter?

Well, I can hear Emma crying, for one thing.

Yeah, she probably needs a change.

I’ll go change her, he said.

It can wait. She’s not choking, George.

Annette’s lips tightened as she spoke, and her eyes stayed focused on his. George loosened his tie, then put his hands up in front of him.

Okay, I can see you’re stressed out.

You bet I’m stressed out, she said.

All right, listen, I just want to make sure Emma’s okay. She’s two, just for safety’s sake, then we can talk.

How about I’ll check on Emma and you can do some damn dishes, she said.

George glanced at the steel sink in the center of their island kitchen. It was crammed with crusty pots and plates.

That’s a lot of dishes. Is that since yesterday? Did you have a dinner party while I was at work? He attempted a smile and chuckle, but her glare cut it short.

"It’s called living, George. It’s called taking care of two kids and living."

I just mean, Bobby eats lunch at school, Emma eats at daycare.

I didn’t sign her up for the meals, she said. The food’s expensive and disgusting. My check barely covers that bill as it is.

Then stay home, he said.

No. It’s too tight that way, she said. That little extra I make counts, you know.

I never said it didn’t, he said. I’m just saying we could get by. I had two sales today, got two new clients.

Oooh, that’s great, you deserve a medal. Annette twirled her beer-dampened finger in the air.

How many drinks have you had? he asked.

I don’t know, officer, but I’m not driving, I swear.

Okay, look, he said. I’m going to check on Emma, then I’m going to load the dishwasher, how’s that?

Super fine, El Capitan! We love it!

George turned away. Though his wife was a soggy mess,