“Almost ready, dear.” Joslyn ignored the growling in the corner and focused on her batch of cake pops.
Humming a cheery tune, she picked up a homemade squib (God bless the internet!) and rolled it in her dough. She poked the stick in, then dipped it in melted chocolate and voilà!
Her undead husband’s teeth gnashed as he struggled against the ropes binding him.
She shoved a cake pop into his mouth, then dove behind the counter.
Boom!
She jumped up to find his exploded head coating the walls.
Grinning, she rolled another cake pop…she had neighbours, after all.
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