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 Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2017 7:25 am
Quote: Your Christmas cookies turned out great for once! There was no burning or dropping of the batter and now you have dozens of cookies just waiting to be eaten or given out as gifts. However, as you leave the cookies to cool and go about your business, the smell of gingerbread seems to follow you, no matter if you made gingerbread cookies or not. A strange feeling as though someone is watching you takes over and from time to time you swear that you can hear a strange little voice saying the same thing over and over. “You can’t catch me”. The feeling passes after a few hours, but it might be best to avoid gingerbread for the rest of the holiday season…just in case.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2017 8:36 am
Noah loved making cookies. Since she was often home alone, she had learned to make the more simple of food things, as well as some difficult things! After making herself homemade mac and cheese, the girl had cleaned up and eaten. Then she got to the good stuff. Things were taken out of the cupboards, one by one. Flour, sugar, mollasses. Items specifically used for making gingerbread cookies.
Though she was more intent on making the house aspect. She looked around the house and let her hands rest on the counter for a brief moment. Her parents were not home, they were busy and that was okay. She was used to that. She was used to the quiet house, with no pets and no nannies. She was used to the solitude.
It was very lonely. She looked at her gingerbread layout and decided it’d be good to make a gingerbread family too. As she worked, she didn’t think of the fact that she might spend christmas alone, but instead on maybe her parents would come home for a bit? Maybe she would get to spend some time with her Papa, and play the games he liked to play, the ones like life and monopoly or Sorry!
Or...Or maybe Mom would come home and spend some time helping her with studies. She could learn more math problems and her mom was really good at explaining them! Her dad wasn’t bad either but she didn’t think Math was his strong suit and stuff. Or maybe not studying! Her mom always teased him about his school days. Her dad was handsome! So maybe thats why her mom married him!
But Hurst was handsome too, and she didn’t understand why her uncle wasn’t married! Mom said that too sometimes, she wasn’t sure why Hurst wasn’t married but she also said he was young and hadn’t found the right girl. Noah thought Hurst should be single forever and when she was older, SHE’D marry him. As she cut out the shapes for all of the houses, and gingerbread men, she pressed down and thought of all the fun things marriage was suppose to be.
If she got married, she’d be home and stuff. Like taking care of the house and making gingerbread all the time! She put the cut outs on a baking sheet and put them in the oven. As she did though, she felt...something prickling at the back of her neck, something like...somebody watching her? She rubbed it and finished cleaning up her messes where she could. With gingerbread in the oven, she needed to make the frosting that would be the glue and…
There it was again! Her head whipped around and she swore she heard someone whisper something!
“Hello?” She knew she was the only one in the house though, so...so there was no way there could be anyone…Unless her parents came home? “Hello???” She looked around the house though, and for some reason…
The scent of gingerbread smelled strong and fresh wherever she went and that made her confused. Gingerbread wasn’t the strongest smelling cookie so why did it smell like it…..in her room? The farthest from the kitchen!?!? She frowned and then went back to the kitchen. There was no one in the house and she didn’t hear the voices again.
But she felt someone watching her and regardless if it was creepy or not, she made sure to text her Uncle and tell him. Just in case. Otherwise she went about making her house. It was set up and she played with the gingerbread family. Her parents, and Uncle Hurst and herself. All pretty and decorated with candy and stuff.
“A happy home.” Noah smiled as she looked at it and then placed it on the counter. For now, in her empty home, it felt a little more full.
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