"Greenfield is a killed or be killed kind of place, you gotta be ready or next thing you know, you'll be the next victim."
Greenfield was once a happy, peaceful place, but one small incident and the town takes a turn for the worst.
Demons, ghouls, v...
Melanie limped along the lonely streets of Greenfield, sobbing in pain.
What she had did was unthinkable, not even like her.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, or what had possessed her to do what she did, but she wanted out of her system.
She had been walking for hours, crying and yelling as loud as she could, but no one seemed to hear her and it was as if her memory was gone and she couldn't remember where her home was.
She finally approached a cotton-candy-pink house that looked a bit like a cottage, her face lit up.
Finally, help. She thought.
She walked down the stone path all the way up to the door, stepping up the two pink stairs and knocking on the door. She stood on the porch patiently waiting for someone to answer.
Finally, the door slowly creeked open.
"Who's there," a soft voice spoke. Melanie recognized the voice, but couldn't exactly wrap her mind around where or who she remembered it from.
"I said, who's there," the voice repeated from behind the door.
"My name's Melanie, I need help, I just escaped from my kidnapper and I have no where to go," Melanie answered.
"Melanie?" The voice said, finally opening the door all the way, revealing Fantasy.
"Fantasy? You live here?" Melanie questioned. Fantasy nodded.
"Come in," Fantasy invited, stepping out of the way so Melanie could enter.
Melanie stepped into the house, looking around.
The inside of the house looked as if it was made completely out of candy. The furniture was brown and soft with darker cushions as if they were gigantic cookies, and the walls were fuzzy and pink like cotton candy. The wooden floors looked like chocolate.
"Sweet, huh?" Fantasy giggled at her pun. Melanie nodded, sharing the laugh as well.
Melanie then looked over at one of the walls to see a large gingerbread man hanging up. It looked like it was made out of real cookies, and it had a weird grin on it's face that made Melanie uneasy.
"You can stay the night here, if you'd like," Fantasy offered.
Melanie smiled, then frowned, "Actually, I'll just stay for lunch, then I'll head off to find my home, I seemed to have lost it."
Fantasy giggled again, "maybe you just need some rest, I'm sure when you wake up you'll remember."
Melanie nodded, "okay, I'll stay the night, but I promise I'll be gone first thing in the morning."
"No rush," Fantasy smiled warmly, "stay as long as you need to."
At that, Melanie headed up the chocolate staircase, growing hungrier the further she got up the staircase.
That night, Melanie had decided to sleep in the upstairs bedroom, tucking herself it and getting comfortable.
She closed her eyes, slowly dosing off into a deep sleep.
She was nearly asleep when she began to hear the disgusting sound of someone or something slurping and chewing.
It was coming from downstairs, which drove Melanie to get up and check it out.
She left her room and headed downstairs, making sure to say quiet so she would attract whatever this was to her.
As she made it to the bottom of the staircase, she seen the same gingerbread man the was hanging up on the wall, kneeling before a dead body, devouring their insides.
It was girl with brown hair and plump lips. She must've died with her eyes open, began her blue, but dead eyes shined in the moonlight as her insides her snacked on.
A pool of blood sat around them both, getting all over the girl's ripped clothing that the gingerbread man's hands.
Melanie wanted to scream, but she didn't want to be next.
"Don't worry, he only eats dead bodies," She heard fantasy say behind her. Startled, Melanie turned around to see Fantasy walking from the darkness of the living room.
"W-Why does he eat dead bodies?" Melanie asks. Fantasy shrugs.
"He finds them on the streets or hidden from authorities in private places, then brings them back and feasts. I don't even know how he's alive, but I've learned not to ask..."
Fantasy continued, "it's an 'eat or be eaten mindset' he has."
Because he's a gingerbread man.
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This Gore-A-Thon story was short and didn't really make sense, but it'll make more sense once I get more stories out.
This one is continuing from the Bloody Showers section story, Milk and Cookies.
