Tacos De Venado
| Published on Creepypasta.com | March 2009 |
|---|---|
| Length | 819 words · about 4 minutes to read |
| Story level | Short |
| Reader rating | 8.2/10 from 333 votes |
| Category | Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances |
I was born in Mexico, my father was a goat farmer, and my mother used to weave baskets so that we could have at least two meals per day. We were very poor, and me and my siblings had the misfortune of being born in extreme weather, my oldest brother was born on the coldest day of winter, my elder sister in a spring deluge, and I was born in the thick of summer, and despite the fact that the 80’s had brought advances in the standard of living for the world’s citizens, it seemed to have forgotten us, in our tiny two bedroom cabin. So when my father heard about the H1-B Visa program through my uncle, he eagerly signed up. Every spring, he would go to work as a laborer on a pepper and tobacco farm in Texas. The work was hard, but the pay was good, and he was always home in time for Christmas, so he didn’t complain. He was saving up money so that we could emigrate to the United States, and so he worked from 1988 until 1991, saving what he could. He made sure not a penny was wasted, on the long winter bus ride from the farm to Mexico, he would sleep, so that the hunger pangs would not bother him.
He doesn’t usually talk much about his days as a migrant worker, but he did tell us that one day, in the winter of 1989, I believe, he could not sleep. The bus had made a rest stop near a small taco stand. the tacos smelled wonderful, and everyone on the bus formed a long line towards the taco stand, eager and salivating. The man behind the small dirty counter was very friendly, he said, but there was something that was a little “off” about him. The man scooped out the steaming, spiced meat onto fresh, piping hot, flour tortillas like a machine, taking the money in one hand and serving up a big loaded plate with the other.
“Tacos De Venado!”, His voice rang out. Apparently he was selling venison tacos, or deer meat. “Compren sus delicious’s taquitos de venado!”
My father debated whether or not he should risk spending 2 dollars of his hard earned money. Fortunately my father is quite impatient, and detests long lines, so he went back to the bus, and quickly fell asleep.
The next winter the bus again made a rest stop at the man’s taco stand, and again the passengers formed a long line along with other people, they had become addicted they said, every year they waited impatiently to return to this small, dingy taco stand. My father of course, stayed on the bus. He was used to the feeling of hunger, he lived with it throughout his childhood, he would surely survive. So again, he slept, dreaming of a big bowl of my mother’s chicken soup, with a side of hot corn tortillas (which we could afford by then).
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The next spring, he left again, it wasn’t a very good year, the weather was horrible and so the crop yield was low, the farm had no choice but to let the workers go home a month early. My father said that the fellow workers were abuzz with excitement, they didn’t have to eat their tacos in the cold this year! The men eagerly counted the number of miles, their excitement mounting as they drew closer to the rest stop. Three more miles, two more miles, one more mile, until they finally reached the spot where the man had his taco stand.
But then, nothing. There was no sign of the stand, or the man with his big steel pot of delicious, sweet deer meat. Just and old woman selling papier-mâché frogs and piñatas. The workers demanded to know what had happened to the man with the deer tacos. Had he moved to another location? Did he open up a restaurant? What happened, what?
The old woman raised her hand, and the men fell silent.
“He was arrested just two months ago. A lot of the local farmers and various other men started to go missing in his village, and the police were completely dumbfounded. A small rumor was going around that the local butcher, or the taco man as you know him, could be involved. The police had no other leads and so decided to follow up on that. What they saw shook them beyond beli-” she was cut off by a man asking, “And so what about the deer tacos? When he gets out of jail will he start making and selling them again?”
The old woman chuckled and said,
“Oh he won’t be leaving his cell for a long time, boys. You see, he wasn’t very well liked in his village, and venado was a nickname that he used to refer to his enemies.”
—
Credited to Lola.
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Completely saw that coming, but pretty nice anyway.
SOYLENT TACOS ARE MADE OF PEOPLE!!!
Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.
hahahaha!!!!! yup! love it.
Lost me at “meat”.
yum
I was thinking that the tacos would be a little more dramatic, especially since everyone was so excited over them. Like, I do not know, they would have brainwashing drugs in them or something.
The noodles were bland, needs more zing in the sauce.
I want tacos now.
Good pasta….. Anyone else feel like eating tacos?
Predictable pasta was predictable.
Not very original, but well written in any case.
really predictable, and written in an annoying style.
Predictable but i liked the way it was written.
Sadly it was sort of obvious that it was people meat from quite early on, because 1. it’s a creepypasta and 2. who the hell puts venison in tacos and then sells them to labourers for $2?
This was very predictable. But it was very well written. I enjoyed reading it.
Saw it coming. Nice otherwise, though.
more like a rewrite than anything,but,i like this version muc hbetter then the one about the butcher who grinds people int ochilli or hwatever
Goddamn I want a taco now.
Really? I’d rather go for a chalupa.
Predictable, and pretty over used.
but srsly guiz
WHO WAZ TACO-MAN?
I may not know Spanish, but a little bit into the story, it clicked and I pretty much knew what was going to happen and it wasnt all that creepy, I dont think it was long enough to build up that ambiance. Well written though, so kudos on that to the author.
Hmm and I thought all tacos in Mexico were made of dog meat D:
I think that some street vendors use cow brains.
THEN WHO WAS SUS DELICIOUS’S TAQUITOS DE VENADO?ve
Meh, predictable, no foreshadowing, dry pasta, stale sauce.
This was a nice take on a hackneyed pasta-type. It was a little obvious where this was going, but it was well-written.
Saw it coming a mile away but still made me happy. ^^ Love that the father didn’t eat any either. Nice.
I lol’d at the ending.
We all saw it coming but nonetheless it was an awesome pasta.
I want to eat you. By the way, did I make you?
THIS IS BORING AND PREDICTABLE TO THE POINT OF MORTAL SIN
Yes, saw it coming, too, though I just thought it was random people not his enemies. It wasn’t creepy, but more well-written than most.
So they ate people for many years, and apparently it tasted great. Nasty, but I don’t get the shiver I do from most of these stories. Cannibalism is only really creepy if we get to see the victims at some point in the story. ;)
(I also never understood why the guy in the albatross stew riddle shot himself.)
That was an interesting story, wasn’t very creepy, but I do like how you didn’t say right out at the end, and let the reader figure our for themselves.
Saw that coming >.<
O_O
nice pasta, but as soon as I read that he’d been arrested a knew what the outcome was going to be
I called it pretty much as soon as he said Venison…especially once the other workers said they were addicted.
Very well written, but you need only read the title to guess the ending. Food with meat in it? It’s gonna be people.
I didn’t suspect it
i agree with slightest bit of satisfaction know there would be a twist heh but thats just me~
Same here but, I have a strange uneasy feeling after reading this. I know that it isn’t exactly “scary”.
It’s a fannibal thing
Indeed. I defineately HAVEN’T read it somewhere here before…
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Eh…not right away. I would’ve imagined there being something wrong with the mean, but cannibalism straight up from the title? I wouldn’t have guessed it…unless…
*RAISINS*