Cannibal - Cupcake

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.

The last customer of the day bought a dozen. She bit into one and moaned with pleasure. “What’s your secret ingredient?” she asked. cannibal cupcake

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. But people started vanishing

That night, he heard chewing.