Horror Games and Burritos
I had been gone only a few days, and they were already looking for a replacement to make burritos.
So be it.
I was a player, and they were ghosts.
We were never meant to be on the same side.
The kitchen was filled with danger—every creature crawling out was at least S-level.
The players used a pile of items just to barely make one burrito.
Some players remembered that ghosts didn’t eat human food and stuffed fingers, teeth, and other strange things into theirs.
I walked into the kitchen, trembling, only to discover that the previously blood-soaked kitchen had instantly become spotless.