Monster Pudding: Short Horror Story

By Lee M. Harper

Something sinister is lurking behind the scenes at Green Valley High.

Sixteen-year-old Jane Montgomery is determined to discover the disturbing truth behind the cafeteria's mysterious "pudding." Ever since the creepy lunch lady Granny started serving her vile concoction, more and more students have been acting strangely zombified.

Even Jane's own brother Seth has fallen under the pudding's strange spell. As she watches her classmates turn into mindless drones before her very eyes, Jane realizes she must get to the bottom of Granny's sinister secret recipe—before it's too late for the entire student body.

But is Jane already next on Granny's menu? In this thrilling short mystery story, no one at Green Valley High is safe from the monster lurking within their cafeteria. Jane must act fast to save her classmates and school from the pudding's enchanting evil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lee M. Harper
• Release date: Feb 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224469284

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Monster Pudding

Lee M. Harper

Short Horror Story

Thank you, readers, for your support and for joining me on this journey. I am grateful for your trust and for bringing my stories to life in your imagination.

Warnings:

This ebook contains content that may be disturbing or frightening to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. It is not recommended for individuals who are easily scared or have a sensitive disposition. Please read at your own risk.

About the Author:

Lee M. Harper is an avid storyteller from Germany with a passion for writing short books. When not writing, Lee enjoys reading a good book or walking in nature.

Preface

The air was thick with the smell of yesterday's gravy as I joined the end of the lunch queue, my stomach twisting in preemptive disgust. School lunches were notoriously bad, but in recent weeks they had taken a turn for the worse, the daily menu a gauntlet of culinary despair.

Each step forward brought a deeper sense of dread. At the front of the line, the pudding station seemed to exude a chill that contrasted starkly with the steam and sizzle from the other trays. The lunch lady there was an eerie figure, her eyes strange beacons behind the foggy lenses of her glasses, shimmering with unnatural colors that seemed out of place in the fluorescent-lit cafeteria.

Her skin was pallid, almost translucent, stretched over her skeletal frame. Her presence alone was enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I found my steps faltering as I approached her station.

Reluctantly, I held out my tray, and with a motion that seemed too deliberate, she ladled a dollop of brown, quivering pudding onto it. The surface of the pudding was a shifting morass.

Enjoy, dearie, she croaked, a smile splitting her face, revealing a row of stained teeth. The sing-song quality of her voice belied an undercurrent of malice. With a jolt of revulsion, I managed to get away from her, hastening to the nearest trash bin to rid