; ; "It was horrible." She told us. She sat in the chair, 5'4, thin, ; her hair a mess, clothing torn. I could see her left breast threatening ; to pop out of what was left of her blouse. Her pink lips pale, ; her skin taught from her ordeal. She drank the cup of coffee ; quickly as if it were a matter of life or death.
; ; "Tell us the whole thing," I urged her.
; ; She put the empty coffee cup on the desk, her gray bloodshot eyes ; focused on me.
; ; "Maybe it's because Janie's house was built over an old Indian burial ; ground. Or it could be because we stole that statue of Azathoth from ; the Arkham Institute of Cult studies. It was a prank for Home week," ; she said in an apologetic manner.
; ; I looked at her with a sympathetic manner so she would continue.
; ; "We were just having a party. Just a nice sleep over party."
; ; She sobbed before continuing.
; ; "We were laughing and joking around as Janie decided to make us all ; some Pillsbury Cinnamon rolls. No sooner did she pop open the cinnamon ; roll canister then it started. Suddenly the Pillsbury dough boy appeared. ; Not the little version, but a 6 foot tall larger then life white dough ; boy. He had blue eyes, that hat he always wears in the commercials ; and he laughed that stupid laugh of his."
; ; "Janie, looks like you want some cooking." He said grabbing Janie.
; ; Janie screamed as he ripped her clothing off. Her breasts bounced ; as he looked at her hungrily.
; ; "Umm umm good." He felt her breasts, pinching one of her nipples. ; "Tender," he said in glee.
; ; He put her on a baking tray. Suddenly she stopped screaming as ; he waved his hand over her. Sparks flew from his hand. She smiled, ; relaxing, she stopped struggling.
; ; "Now Janie, you'll learn that nothin says lovin like something from ; the oven," he tittered.
; ; In horror we watched, stunned, disbelieving as he sprinkled her with ; sugar and cinnamon, then put HER in the oven.
; ; Susan reacted first. Like an amazon heroine coming to the rescue of ; Janie, she grabbed a butter knife and screaming she went after ; Pop An Fresh. She jumped on Pop An Fresh, stabbing down with the ; knife. The knife went in his soft doughy body with a squish sound ; and disappeared. Susan's hand followed, disappearing into the soft ; dough body. In horror we watched as she helplessly struggled against gravity...sinking into the doughy body.
; ; It was over quickly, we thought. Then we saw her bodies outline ; inside him struggling to get out. I still remember her hand imprint ; from inside his stomach. I could make out the vague outline of her ; face. I heard her screams.
; ; "Tee Hee" Pop N Fresh laughed as if poked in the stomach, like on ; those commercials. "Susan is a tummy tickler inside and ummmm ummm ; good."
; ; Tina screamed and ran, her long blonde hair streamed back as she ; almost made it out the door. In the doorway stood a 6 and a half ; foot tall peanut. I mean a real peanut, shell and all, but with ; legs, arms, eyes, a mouth. It grabbed Tina as she tried to make ; it out the door and swallowed her head first. She screamed as ; she went down the giant Mr. Peanut's mouth. I ran to one side ; of the room, standing there silent in hope the two giant corporate ; icons come to life, would ignore me.
; ; They headed to the kitchen where the aroma of cinnamon wafted from. ; I remembered poor Janie in the oven...and oh my God she must ; still be alive. There were no more struggles from within the ; soft dough body of Pop N Fresh and no screams from inside Mr. Peanut. ; Hopefully for Susan and Tina the horror was over. I stood still, ; paralyzed by fear as the two took out poor Janie. She was alive, ; aware, coated with sticky cinnamon and sugar.
; ; To my amazement she sat up and smiled, opening her arms to the ; two monstrosities. She OFFERED herself to them. They sat ; her on the table and ate her. Ate her alive, yet not once did ; she cry out or struggle. As the two horrible creatures devoured ; poor Janie, I found my courage to jump out the window. Glass ; broke, I was cut but found myself running, running till a car ; picked me up and brought me here.
; ; She looked at me, her cuts had been bandaged, but she shivered.
; ; "Your safe now," I told her. My deputies had found no signs of ; the other girls. Their cars, their purses were at the house ; and the window was broken as she said it was. We found no larger ; then life living Pop N Fresh or Mr. Peanut. It was the therapist's ; belief that something horrible had happened in that house though. ; Something so horrible that this woman couldn't handle the truth. ; A psychopath, a mass suicide? Who could say?
; ; "It's going to be fine now Laura," I told her. She shivered, ; her eyes meeting mine with fear, wanting to believe but unable ; to do so.
; ; I helped her up to take her home. I thought her memory ; of what REALLY happened would eventually return. It was then ; that the door to the office blew open with a huge force of wind. ; She screamed a horrible scream I shall never forget.
; ; To this day they tell me that we must have been knocked out by ; the people that took her away. That we didn't see what we saw. ; There in the doorway stood a tall muscular man in an all white ; outfit. He had blue eyes and a shiny bald head. Small white ; tornadoes blew into the room. They blew my deputies and myself ; away from her. She screamed and screamed as we could do nothing ; but watch.
; ; It was Mr. Clean, I remember him from the commercials of my youth. ; He grabbed her laughing.
; ; "Stronger then dirt," he said.
; ; In a flash of white wind and tornadoes, they disappeared.
; ; To those at Miskatonic advocating University courses on Television, ; I have this to say. Beware Television, it's one of the ways THEY ; come into our world. ; ;