And she saw it then…

It was terrifying… the way it sat perched upon her kitchen counter aimlessly… begging for something… begging for a reason to stay as a whole.

A rustle came from it’s direction, her cat had walked around, saw it, and then sprinted away. If only her own muscles would work… but they had frozen with fear.

It’s edges were singed and black, the rest a light, chocolate brown. It had been dressed with a light blue, paper-like material that covered only it’s lower half. It seemed like it’s insides would probably be mushy… not with much of a support system, judging how it’s paper pants were the only thing keeping it from tumbling to the old linoleium.

She felt the cold sweat upon her neck… seeping into her shirt, sending shivers down her spine.

“Hey, are you coming?” she heard her boyfriend call from the living room. “Hello?” he said again when she didn’t reply. But she couldn’t… just couldn’t… her throat was so dry… why couldn’t she even tear her eyes from this being…

She heard his footsteps, and her love strode into the kitchen, freezing right behind her. “What is that?” he whispered.

“I-” she croaked.

He placed his hands on her hips and guided her behind him, trembling. It brought fear to his senses, too. It just wasn’t plausible…

“WHAT IS THIS??” he growled, reaching into his pant’s pocket and flipping out a knife. “Why is it here?” he quizzed her. “What is this thing doing in your house?!”

“I don’t know…!” her little voice squeaked.

“Go!” he pushed her towards the phone. “Call the police! Maybe they’ve seen something like it before… maybe they know how to destroy it.”

She nodded and obeyed, feeling the thing’s non-existant eyes drilling into her back.

“911,” the voice on the phone said. “What’s your emergency?”

“T-there’s so-something in my house… in my kitchen… please help us!!”

“Ma’am! Please calm down! Tell us where you are, who is in your kitchen!”

“1754, Kingston Road….” she whimpered.

“Okay… ma’am, who is there? Can you tell us? Do you know?”

“It’s right here…” she cried. “It’s horrible!!”

“Ma’am-! Stay with us!”

“Just! It’s wrong!!”

“What is it?!”

“It’s a-” she glanced to her attacker. It was right there… “It’s a…”

“Please, let us know-”

“It’s a badly made, chocolate-chunk cupcake!”