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While out and about, you manage to obtain a cute cooking pot designed to look like a witch's cauldron. It's a little eccentric but wanting to get in the spirit of things, you or a loved one obtain it and food is prepared in it, be it for a personal or social gathering.

Only... anything made in this pot tastes startling of candy corn. Regardless of whether you finish your homemade treat, you find that no matter what you eat or drink, everything for the next twenty-four hours tastes exactly like candy corn. The strange thing is, this only seems to happen once. After you've given it a good scrub, it doesn't seem to have the same effect ever again.


With her costume decided on, she wanted to contribute something to the Halloween party she was attending. She was using her mother's recipe - a nice fall soup with chicken and veggies in a thick potatoey stock. It was sure to keep everyone warm and happy during the festivities and what better to serve it in than a cauldron, for Pete's sake? Excited, she threw together the recipe as quickly as she could, letting it simmer down on the stove while she got dressed and did her makeup.

She came to check on it. It was bubbling away on the stove like it should and looked like the soup she remembered her mother making a hundred times before. She dipped a ladle into the cauldron and brought the soup to her lips to taste.

Wait, what, candy corn?

She was so startled she dropped the ladle and it clattered to the floor. She could still feel the saccharine taste on her tongue and shook her head, hating that taste. Candy corn was never something she'd enjoyed, not even as a child, ever since the year she'd found a bag hidden in the house and gorged herself sick at six years old. Her mouth found her laying on the floor sick as a dog and had nursed her through the next messy few hours. After that she'd never touched another piece of candy corn, swearing off the sugary stuff for good. In fact, since then she'd never been a sugary sort of person. She much preferred savory foods to sticky desserts.

Thinking she'd gone crazy she dipped another spoon into the cauldron and took another sip of the soup.

Candy corn!

She took the pot and dumped out the entire contents, shaking her head and feeling a long put away sickness sweep her body. She texted her friend to beg out of the party, reaching for a glass from the cupboard. Water would wash the taste from her mouth and hopefully let her salvage the night before she got too far gone to enjoy herself. She pulled the pitcher from her fridge and poured a tall glass, taking a few large needed gulps before shock had her setting down the cup.

CANDY CORN!

"No!"

She was trapped in her own idea of hell - worse, a childhood memory that had effected the rest of her life. It was strange things like this that made her wonder why she'd come back to Destiny City in the first place. She'd gone to Europe to escape the unusual occurrences that infected the city like a plague. As much as she missed her family, and she did, she didn't miss things happening to her and them that she couldn't explain. She didn't miss worrying and wondering and questioning her own sanity.

She moved to her fridge and opened sodas, beer, leftovers. Each thing she tasted was exactly like the thing that made her sick all those years ago. Her skin turned a shade of green similar to her hair and she gave up, slumping against the cabinets, sick to her stomach. She remembered being that little girl lying in her bed while her mother stroked her back and sang softly to her. She wanted to be that little girl again, just a little, and have her mother soothe her.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number, waiting a few rings until she answered.

"Mom, can you come over? I'm not feeling too good."