Diana, the Corpse Baxster

My name is Aurora Martin and this is my story. When I was twelve years old I got in with the bad crowd. I made the mistake of learning their bad habits instantaneously. When I lived in Vienna there was a renowned bakery there by the name of ‘Blossom Bakery.’ My grandmother had always warned me to not to step into that bakery. I used to question her but she never answered. My grandmother died when I was fourteen. I really couldn’t understand what happened as most of the time I was zoned out.  

A year later my group decided to have an adventurous night out. My group included all the spoilt and the bullies. Their names were John, Jose, Jean, Caroline, Ava and me. We all went to Ava’s house to decide the location for our night out. All of a sudden Caroline thought of Blossom Bakery and we were all going to regret this one day………

My gut feeling was clearly forewarning me to not to go there. But to show my loyalty towards the group I decided to hang with them.

When we strode inside we couldn’t believe our eyes. There were bright lights inside. The atmosphere was lively and appealing. Yummy looking bakery items made our mouths water. Children were looking as if they have arrived in heaven. There were chocolate cycles which were eatable and could be ridden too! There was even a garden full of edible red roses.

Somehow, we perceived that no one was able to scrutinize us. This was quite bizarre. Were we deceased or the whole bakery was an illusion? As we went further inside we saw a red coloured liquid which was being added to every dish. I was curious so I put a finger inside the jug and smelled it. I was paralysed. I stammered a lot and told everybody, “It, it, it is bloodddddddd!!” At this moment everything transformed into something macabre.  There was no one in the bakery. Only blood splatters were present. We got petrified. We ran outside and turned around. The board had encrypted the words ‘Wither Slaughterhouse.’

At that instance our happiness, joyfulness and our pleased spirit was obliterated. When we were outside we heard a strange gargling noise and saw that there were zombie children in the park. Slowly-slowly we apprehended that we were in a real hell. We then again went inside the bakery or should I say the slaughterhouse with the hope that we are dreaming but unfortunately….. We were not. Promptly, a corpse baxster started galloping towards us. We all howled, asked for help but it was not effective at all. When we were at a point at which our bodies were exhausted and our spirits wanted to leave us, we returned back to our normal world and saw that we were just in a ruin. We all ran back home.

The next day’s headlines in the newspaper was, “Two teenagers dead. Two in an asylum.” I immediately understood who they were. My whole group had demolished. But the anomalous thing was that I was absolutely fine. I had no mental and physical issues shockingly. I don’t know how I survived. This was really bizarre but I thank God for saving me.

Now I am friends with the corpse baxster. Her name is Diana. Oh! Hi Diana, I was just talking about you……….