Jeffrey stared at the almost-empty cash register as he was about to close the accounts for a day. "It's amazing how people can ditch our talk-of-the-town cupcake overnight for some silly franchised doughnuts!'' Jane complained, staring at the unsold dainty cupcakes neatly staked on the brass shelves.
Jeffrey tried to comfort Jane, "Things won't be so bad after all. Tomorrow, we will be getting a cheque from Mrs. Johnson for her daughter's party- " and they hear a loud thud followed by a cry. The couple rushed to the back.
Everything seemed normal, so they called it a day.
The couple were in early the next morning. It was their last, best shot to recover the business. The bills were already choking them and they were two months behind on their shop rent. They had even let their seventeen-year long serving kitchen helper go.
Jeffrey turned on the mixer while Jane stirred the fruit and nut soaking in wine. Suddenly, the mixer jammed the machine made a strange noise when Jeffrey tried to clear it with a long wooden spatula, a few strands of hair and a torn piece of cloth emerged on the surface and gestured Jane to come over.
It was a boy who was barely five or six, laying dead in the chocolate cake batter. He was already partially blended. The couple stared at each other, dumbfounded. After a moment's consideration, they agreed to put moral judgements aside and proceed with the baking. Jane convinced him, ''What they don't know won't hurt them."
The next morning, the phone was ringing off the hook. Compliments and new orders were pouring in until finally, Mrs Johnson walked in with a contented smile, ''People are raving about your nutty, chocolate cake."
The couple then realized that they needed to add their "special ingredient" to make extra bucks. Jeffrey would kill the victim and Jane would bake the mix. Day by day, Jeffrey lost his morals and ruthlessly became a cold-blooded killer.
On the night of Halloween, Jeffrey waited for a unsuspecting child to pass by in a corner at the back of the shop. The moment finally came and Jeffrey wasted no time in stabbing the poor child to death. He did not even take a moment to admire the adorable child in a oversized Pikachu costume with a hood covering his entire face.
"Here, this one was a little tough," Jeffrey said as he handed Jane the body. "Make sure you remove the access costume and hoodie, I'm off to bed now."
The next morning, as Jeffrey walked into the tiny shop, he heard loud wailing. He walked into the kitchen to find his wife weeping next to the body of the child Jeffrey killed the day before. Then he realized something. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault our son is dead! I'm reporting you!" Jane screamed.
Jane and Jeffrey got into a huge fight. Jeffrey slightly pushed Jane but she tripped over the lifeless body of her son and fell towards the mixing pot, spinning with rage. Before she fell into the batter, she managed to grab Jeffrey's shirt and he fell in the mixing pot with her.
The news was all over the town the next day that the best-selling cupcake store was closed down because authorities found traces of the two bakers in the batter and their child lying dead on the ground. The detectives came to a conclusion that they must have committed suicide.
However, no one ever found out about the real story and the "special ingredient" that they used...
Jeffrey stared at the almost-empty cash register as he was about to close the accounts for a day. "It's amazing how people can ditch our talk-of-the-town cupcake overnight for some silly franchised doughnuts!'' Jane complained, staring at the unsold dainty cupcakes neatly staked on the brass shelves.
