Cannibal Cupcake Online

The cupcakes had learned to hunt.

Leo should have stopped. Instead, he made twelve more.

And Leo noticed, with a creeping horror, that his own reflection in the glass had begun to smile without him. cannibal cupcake

Only a tiny, crimson swirl.

But people started vanishing. A stockbroker. A crossing guard. The vegan baker next door—though no one missed her. The cupcakes had learned to hunt

He found the recipe in his great-grandmother’s journal, hidden beneath a loose floorboard. The page was stained brown, the handwriting spidered in Old Country script. At the top, someone had scrawled in fresh red ink: Do not bake.

The last customer of the day bought a dozen. She bit into one and moaned with pleasure. “What’s your secret ingredient?” she asked. And Leo noticed, with a creeping horror, that

Naturally, Leo baked.