Cannibal Cupcake -

Naturally, Leo baked.

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. cannibal cupcake

Leo opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. Naturally, Leo baked

But people started vanishing. A stockbroker. A crossing guard. The vegan baker next door—though no one missed her. cannibal cupcake