The maniac Fedya

You would not believe what I found.

I jump over tables, dodge my colleagues, run like hell. The chef, still behind me.

I went where nobody should go. The smell there was rotten, disgusting, cold.

I finally reach the guest room.

In the room, hundreds of people hung from the ceiling. Some were headless. Some were armless. All of them, without life in their eyes.

The guests all put down their knife and fork.

I tell them what I found, what they were eating.

Some look embarrassed.

Some look surprised.

All of them,

pick up their knife and fork again.