Creepy Frozen Pasta Novels & Stories

She also does not wish to disturb Aiden as she feels like something is going on in his head. 'It is so amazing, I heard of this food somewhere before. Is it on the computer in the library? But eating a lot of frozen foods is not good for the body. Nutrients die if they are frozen and heated. Hmm, but this taste good. May not be as good as the food in Aiden’s mansion but it is decent enough to be called food’ Munching, she heard Aiden speaks. “This is… curry?” He asked which Lea nodded in response.

Between the sad glances, the overly polite greetings, and the hushed whispers that seem to follow me everywhere, I wasn’t sure which irritated me more. But one thing was certain. I was furious. I shoveled a large spoonful of pasta into my mouth as I walked, chewing mechanically. It probably didn’t help that I looked exactly like someone who had lost a fight with life. Same wrinkled oversized shirt. Fourth day. They’d definitely noticed. Especially during my occasional midnight missions to the freezer for ice cream. My stomach growled loudly. Wonderful. ***** ‘Squelch’ I pressed the flush lever and watched my lunch swirl down the drain.

I asked, handing over the phone to him. He took it, looking at the screen with curiosity. "Ooh... Kelproll Fusion Platter?" he read, and I peeked over his shoulder. The dish consisted of cold rice wraps with salted kelp, pickled cucumber threads, and something called frost shrimp. I had no idea what it was, but it sounded mer-friendly enough.

Floppington trailing behind her, his threadbare ears dragging on the floor. I'm alone with the groceries Adrian left. I unpack slowly. Dragon syrup. Pasta wheels—the specific shape Ava insists tastes better than regular pasta. Fresh basil still damp from being misted at the store. Good parmesan, the kind with the stamp on the rind. He remembered all of it. Every detail. Every preference. Every throwaway comment I made without thinking he was cataloging them. My phone sits on the counter. I pick it up. Stare at Adrian's contact.

"Yep. He taught me how to track snow-rabbits last winter. We played Moon-Stalker. Do you play Moon-Stalker?" "Can’t say I do." "Oh." Leo sounded disappointed. "Well, it’s cool." He hit the kitchen tile and announced, "I’m hungry. You got meat?" Luke looked at Camila for permission. "Do you want... Cocoa Pebbles?" "Yes!" Leo cheered. Cass winced. "Sorry, kid. Diego Parker finished those off yesterday." Leo’s shoulders slumped. "Mac and cheese?" Luke tried. "I ate the rest of that last night," Cass admitted, covering his eyes. "My bad."

Trevor laughed, already stuffing pasta into his mouth while Greg cackled beside him. "Yes! That's my pasta, you parasites! Give it back!" But there was nothing left to give. They'd inhaled it like starving wolves. "You know what? That pasta was laced with poison," I said flatly, hands on my hips. "Enjoy your last moments." "What?" they both shrieked in unison. Greg clutched his stomach dramatically, letting out a pitiful moan as he collapsed onto the floor. "Oh god, it's working! I feel it kicking in!"

If crab touches me, my skin turns red, I swell up, then I get cold chills like someone threw me naked into winter. And apparently… crab pasta was Marcy's favorite. I'm dead. I already know this won't be the last time she makes it. I picked up my fork with the same energy someone picks up a poisonous snake. I hesitated, stared at the pasta, swirled it slowly, and put it in my mouth. I forced a smile because both of them were watching me like I was the star of a cooking show. Marcy's mom leaned forward. "How do you like it, dear? I hope it tastes the same."

Valerie “Mommy, can I try some of yours?” Freya whispers. I smile and place a piece on her plate. “What is it called?” “Pasta alla gricia. It’s similar to yours, with a few different ingredients,” I explain. She tries the bite and smiles. “It’s good right?” “Yes,” she whispers and nod. When she starts to get full, she sets her fork down. “Mommy, can I bring my leftovers home? My belly hurts.”

She scoffed before putting on her slippers. “What do you want to eat?” “Mmm, I'm really craving a chocolate cake and some juice.” “Really? I said ‘real food’ ma'am.” “And cake doesn't count?” “No it doesn't.” She feigned shock and playfully cover her mouth with both hands. “Okay let's make creamy pasta.” “I'll make it for you.” “No I–” “Don't worry, I'll take a spoonful in your presence.” “I–” “Shhhhh.”

he whispered, trying to smile sweetly as if trying to flutter Macey when in reality, he just wanted to avoid eating. “No, you should eat, too.” “I don't eat pasta.” “Yeah? Then, why did you buy ingredients for pasta?” Macey frowned. Calderon giggled awkwardly and scratched her not-so-itchy head, they replied, “Because I know you'd like pasta?” “Are you someone affiliated with magic or whatnot?” Macey let out a surprised sound, “First, you've guessed name. Now, you know my favorite food?” “It's just a wild guess, maybe?”