Two scary stories

THE MUFFIN MAN

Once there was a girl named Belle. Belle is a 17 year old who loves muffins. I mean really loves muffins. She would die for a chocolate chip muffin. Every Friday her parents would get her a chocolate chip muffin after school. She does not live in a safe neighborhood but her parents don’t really care. She walks home from school every day carrying pepper spray that she bought herself and a taser disguised as a flashlight. One Friday, Belle raced home knowing that she would get a chocolate chip muffin. When she got home, she was disappointed that a muffin was not on the counter. She told her parents that they had not given her a muffin. Her parents apologized and went on with their work. Belle got really annoyed. On the way home, she remembered seeing a muffin shop called the Muffin Man. She knew that The Muffin Man was where she always got her muffin. She grabbed some cash and happily skipped down her street to the Muffin Man place knowing she was going to get her muffin. When she arrived, there was a man waiting for her. There was no one in line or outside waiting or anything. Belle thought it was weird, but she tried to ignore and focus on the muffin she was desperate to get. She looked at the glass that was underneath the counter. There was only one muffin. It was a chocolate chip muffin. She thought it was odd but once again, tried to ignore it. She asked the Muffin Man if she could have the chocolate chip muffin. He said yes and wrapped it up in a cupcake wrapping at the bottom and slowly handed it to Belle. She left her taser and pepper spray at home only thinking about the muffin. She took a bite and sat down in the soft booth of the tiled floor shop. It had wallpaper that looked like a peachy kind of wallpaper. She touched it and it felt like moisturizer but smooth and thick, and a little squishy. The muffin man stared at Belle eating the muffin from behind the counter. She thought it was weird so decided to take her muffin to go. She got up and stepped toward the door. Just as she did a hand creeped up on her shoulder. It was a soft hand but had a firm grip. Belle was frightened to turn around. Just as she did, she saw a face. Not just any face, the Muffin Man. He had a big fluffy mustache, a chef’s hat, and worst of all, he looked like Cy from The Lorax. He had a huge smile stretching from ear to ear. He said in a deep voice “come back and I have many more muffins for you, I am out of stock of all others and about to retire.” Unfortunately, Belle believed him. They both tip toed to back and found a whole stash of chocolate chip muffins. Belle immediately said “how much for them all?!” He replied “free.” Belle thought it was too good to be true but believed him. Belle pulled up her car and got all the muffins in the back seat. There was one more box of chocolate chip muffins in front of the fire place where he made the muffins. She reach for it, but the fire place was too hot. She was determined to get those muffins. She heard the song playing from behind; Do you know the Muffin man?

The Muffin man, the Muffin man

Oh, do you know the Muffin man?

Who lives on Drury Lane? It slowly faded off at the end when she reached for it one last time and… a push from behind is all it takes to go flying into fire. She turned to ash immediately. As a ghost she explored the shop, living everything like it happened before. She felt the wall again trying to relive the moment when it wasn’t so bad for a moment. She realized the wallpaper was not wallpaper. It was skin. Children’s skin that the muffin man had once killed before. She saw in slow motion the muffin man get a nail gun and shoot her hide up on the wall in the one spot where it looks like flesh. She slowly watched every day, as kids would walk in and look at the specific muffin they wanted and get shoved into the fire right after. Every time she would watch that, and it wouldn’t get any easier. It always reminded Belle of what happened to her. If you lean your ear up to the wall, it says you can still hear the heartbeat of the children’s hearts that were broken by the flames of the unforgiving fire, and the muffin man of course.

IS THAT REALLY WHAT YOU WANT?

Once there was a girl named Penelope and she could not wait to go to school. She was just starting 4th grade and couldn’t wait to meet new people and see her old 3rd grade friends. That night she lay in bed only dreaming about her making new friends. That night, her parents were busy and could not say goodnight for a while. She went to bed herself without her goodnight hugs and kisses. She saw the light from the hallway outside of her room. When she crawled in bed, she instantly got comfy and could not move. She turned over to the other side of the room facing the window across from the door. It was black outside. She waited a long time before she heard a creek. It came from the door. Penelope thought it was her parents to tell her goodnight. It wasn’t. She didn’t want to turn over because she was comfy. She looked up at the window reflecting the light of the hallway from the door. The door was opening. Then she heard a deep and quivery voice come from the door, slowly opening. It was a little muffled but Penelope could spit out the sentence, “Is that really what you want? Don’t go.” She got frightened. She just stared at the reflection of the door on her window. A dark black figure stepped out from the hallway. The light was so bright, it was going through the thing’s mouth. There was a faint light in the open mouth of the creature. It came into her room. It was not one of Penelope’s parents or any family. She kept turning on her side. Her face was still as a rock. She was too afraid to look. As the creature crept in, it leaned over her face. And got so close to the point that she could feel it's cold breath. It kissed Penelope on the cheek. Then said in a deep, clear voice “goodnight.” It had cold lips like someone had taken an ice cube and touched it on her cheek. She could barely go to sleep. She was petrified. She kept hearing that voice, “Is that really what you want? Don’t go.” In the morning she did not eat breakfast, her parents were not there, and she walked to school unlike always. She knew the way because she would always look out the window to look where her parents were going. When she arrived the school looked like an asylum. It was all gray around it, it looked like the lights inside were off. Then it got gray around her. Then monsters of all sorts, shapes and sizes, came out of the school flooding her. There were tearing her apart, limb by limb. They were all black with red eyes. Then she realized, that monster last night was not there to harm her, it was trying to warn her. No one spoke, saw, or even heard of Penelope’s name again.