“Give me cookies! I want cookies!"
"Geez, Eddie, you sound so stupid when you do that
cookie monster thing, but there is no way I am
baking cookies tonight. That astronomy test
is going to kick my butt, and I will be damned if
I get another C on my transcript."
Anne turned back to her star
covered book, hunched over her desk, under the
bright light of her green-shaded library lamp.
"Anne, seriously, you need a break and what better
way to spend your break then making
cookies? Really, it will do you good, and me
" Eddie you’re full of it, and I don't really want
to go back to that haunted kitchen. It gives
me the creeps. Just get some Oreos at
Beenie-Marts, why don't you?"
“That kitchen can't be that weird, girly, plus I
will be there with you; I wouldn't want you making
cookies all by yourself. You really should make
some of those little chunky chocolate-chip cookie
things you know, doesn’t that sound like a good
idea?” Eddie started walking over to give Anne a
little back massage.
“I would have asked Cindy to do it, but I wouldn't
do that for two reasons.”
“What are those?” Anne lifted her head from her
book actually paying some attention now.
“Well, first off, we broke up yesterday, and
second that girl can't bake nearly as good as you.
I don't know if anyone on campus can. That’s why I
come to you with all my dessert problems.”
“Ugh, I guess I can make a couple batches to hold
you over for a while. I have been staring at this
same darn page for like twenty minutes now anyway.
I swear Eddie all you ever do is ask me to bake
for you. Why don’t you just pay attention so you
can learn how to bake for yourself?”
“I don’t know, Anne, you’re good at it and I’m
not. It’s like when it is 4th and long in a
football game, Coach gives me the ball and says
make things happen, Edward, he doesn’t go and tell
that new freshman kid to do it. You know why he
doesn’t pick the freshe… because the freshe sucks
that’s why, and I don’t cook good at all so I got
to be freshe when it comes to this baking thing.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but we
have to go and grab that cookie sheet from your
It was the beginning of the school year and Anne
had just moved into a new residence hall. Stafford
Hall had been known to be the creepy building on
campus, but it was much cheaper than all the
others, and few people wanted to live there so it
was fairly quiet.
“I still can’t understand why people don’t like
living here. I mean it’s old and all, but a good
old, ya know.” Eddie began to run his hand along
the dusty wall as they walked through Stafford.
“Eddie, what are you talking about?” she replied.
“Well, you know it has an old fashion sort of
feel. Kind of the sort of thing I would have
thought you girls would like, I mean I wouldn’t
want to live here or anything.”
“I don’t know, it isn’t that bad but you know how
everyone says it’s haunted, Ed?” Anne stated.
“And last night I couldn't stop
dreaming about that darn oven in there. It was
kind of weird.”
“Was it really, Anne?” Eddie said sarcastically.
“Remember that time you told me
you had a dream about a gang of plastic forks
coming to capture you? I don't think this little
oven dream even comes close to that one.”
“Yeah, I remember that dream and you were being
such a jerk about it when I told you. You wouldn't
stop laughing.” Anne replied in frustration.
“Give me a break here. It’s not every day you come
up to me and tell me you’re afraid of plastic
forks. That caught me off guard a bit, how could
you expect me not to laugh?”
As Anne began to twist the cold brass handle to
the kitchen, she could hear a slight noise from
the other side.
“What the hell was that?” cried Anne
“What? It’s just a couple of dishes on the floor,”
“You didn't hear that noise? It sounded like it
was a dog or something in here running around.”
“Ugh...No dog that I see...What the hell? How does
this place have a kitchen this nice?” said Eddie.
“Look at it… it’s probably the sweetest kitchen I
have ever been in, almost makes me want to cook
Tall pearl columns surrounded the long kitchen
island, which was covered in a copper-like
surface, much like the rest of the kitchen.
Beautiful pots and pans hung on display proudly
throughout the kitchen, exhibiting their honor as
if they were country’s flags. The oven was
incredible, crisp and cream like in color. It had
gold-plated fixtures and appeared to look very old
“I hope this thing works,” said Anne.
“Why wouldn't it? You should be able to make some
great stuff in here,” stated Eddie.
“Well last time I came in here I couldn't get the
darn thing to turn on for some reason, and after I
tried turning the knob the whole damn oven shook
like a washing machine or something,” Anne started
to turn the knob to the oven.
“That's funny. It must be one of those heavy duty
ovens my mom was talking about when I was trying
to convince her to buy me a new football, “Eddie
“I do not know what it is about this kitchen, but
something creeps me out, it’s just too nice you
At first, Anne was in awe of this extravagant
kitchen, however she was now perplexed with her
Anne began to think. What is a kitchen like
this doing here? I mean it’s great and all, but
overwhelming. Last thing I want Eddie to think
is I am afraid to make some damn cookies in the
place. So I guess I have no choice.
Anne finished mixing the batter together and
opened the oven to place the brownish homemade
chocolate chunk mixture on the first rack.
“Eddie, I hope you were paying attention this time
because I am not doing this again anytime soon.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course I was; you put the eggs and
the milk and stuff in that little bowl over there,
and the chocolate stuff, and just mixed it all in
“Oh my gosh Eddie, it is not that simple, and you
don’t put milk in chocolate chip cookies. I had to
hand slice the chocolate bar so we had the perfect
size chunks so they would be just the right shape
after pulling the cookies out of the oven.”
“Yeah, I got it. So I will have to chop up some
chocolate stuff next time and no milk. Perfect, no
Anne started to shake her head in dissatisfaction
and returned to the oven.
“Something is odd about this oven, Eddie; I have
no clue what it is. It is like a green flame or
something coming from the burners. I have never
seen that before, “Anne warningly said.
“Maybe cuz its old, everything was weird back in
the day, look at Mr. Westbook, that is one weird
guy. Shoot look at your mom, lord knows something
is weird about that lady.”
“Ed, stop it. I can’t believe you would say that.”
“What, we both know she hasn’t been right since
the beginning of time. And how come she has all
those books around the house, but never reads?
That is pretty weird to me.” stated Eddie.
Anne began to look back towards the oven at this
green flame trying to find a way to take her mind
off her mother.
The oven appeared deep and grabbed Anne's
attention, it wasn't until she noticed her face
beginning to get hot before she pulled away.
“Give it about a good 15 minutes, then I can start
decorating” said Anne.
“Anne I didn’t mean anything by it, she loves you.
She is still your mother, I just don’t understand
why she keeps you from pursuing your dream you
know. You shouldn’t be here right now cooking for
me, you should be up at that fancy cooking school
making all sorts of delightful pastries, but that
women pulled your application, that is weird if
not just plain stupid. Why did she even do that?”
“Eddie you know I don’t know the answer to that.
Every time I would try and ask her about it, like
you told me to, she would just say she was
protecting me or something. My dad leaving was
hard for her and it was pretty hard for me too.”
“Yeah, well enough about that, time for my
depressing stuff.” said Eddie.
Not long after did Anne and Eddie begin talking
and getting caught up in conversation. Eddie was
having girl problems, again, and like always Anne
was there to provide some advice. Eddie and Anne
had known each other their entire lives and had
always been like brother and sister. After a while
of hopeless consultation, Anne finally threw in
the towel on the help Eddie campaign and realized
the oven was beginning to smoke.
“Oh my gosh Eddie, look what you made me do.”Anne
rushed over to open the oven.
“AHHHH! What the hell was that?” Anne yelled as
she quickly shut the oven door and retreated away
from the oven with both hands covering her face.
“What was it? Why are you freaking out? Are the
cookies burnt that bad?” said Eddie.
“Ed, there was a hand or claw or something in the
oven. I swear I saw it. It was reaching for one of
“Come on Anne, here let me take them out.” Eddie
started to open the oven door. “Oh, these bad boys
are looking pretty good, besides the few that fell
off the tray. That must have happened after you
slammed the oven door like that... and I thought
you took baking seriously,” Eddie said mockingly.
“Eddie, that was like 30 minutes ago, there are no
way those cookies should not be all burnt up.” It
was some level of suspicion Anne still could not
“Oh, it must not cook that hot or something,”
replied Eddie. “Did you have it turned up
“I don’t know. I thought so. Why else would it be
smoking Ed?” replied Anne.
“Maybe it was something on the stove or something,
cuz clearly these cookies look
aaaaammmmaaaazzzing!” stated Eddie as he reached
for another cookie off of the hot gray pan.
Gazing into the oven once again, Anne
unconvincingly replied, “Yeah, that must be it.”
After finishing up the decoration process it was
time to start the taste testing process. Anne had
prepared close to 4 dozen cookies that night and
Eddie was impatiently ready to devour them all,
even though he had already grabbed a few.
“Alright Anne, let's take them back to your room
and get to eating,” said Eddie
“Yeah, yeah, alright, come on.”
After watching Eddie blaze through about a dozen
cookies, both Anne and Eddie passed out for the
evening. During their time of slumber, Anne
abruptly woke to whispers.
“Eddie what was that? Did you hear that?”
“What, huh... What are you talking about Anne? Go
Anne attempted to go back to sleep but not only
did she not pass out on her un-comfy couch she
also continued to hear the whispers. In an effort
to not wake Eddie she crept out of the room to
follow the sounds.
The noise started to grow louder with every step
Not the kitchen, she thought. No way could
this be the place these sounds were coming from.
How could this not wake anyone else in the
building? Why just me?
Anne began to place her key in the lock to open
the kitchen door but it slowly began to open after
she placed her hand on the knob.
“Hello... Is somebody in here?”
Anne could no longer hear the whispers, but she
surveyed the room diligently and noticed the oven
click on. As she warily approached the oven, she
again heard the whispers, this time sounding like
conversation, growing softly from inside the oven
As she began to open the oven she felt a cold
breeze flow past her face, followed by a rush of
heat. This oven was gazing at Anne as she gazed
towards it. Deep and life like, feeling full and
A small whisper rolled out from the other side of
the oven door “You make cookies?”
Anne replied, “Yes, I do.” Hands shaking she could
not find it in herself to let go of the slightly
opened oven door until she saw him.
Eyes wide and vast pierced through the darkness of
the vacant oven, glowing bright and inviting.
“Bring me cookies now!” roared the voice from
within the oven, now a voice piercing through
“Give me Cookies! Cookies! Cookies!” Two grayish
blue paws reached out from the oven and began to
pull Anne in.
“I want me more.”
As she looked to her left she saw nothing but what
she cannot describe any better than black matter.
Nothing to her right, she began looking back at
this light, with its bright ambient glow. With
much reservation Anne crept towards it.
With each step, the air grew warmer, hotter,
scorching even, toasty warm like an oven, symbolic
The creation of comfort, the creation of
comfort foods. Like brownies or wait…
Anne suddenly began to remember. “Cookies, the
cookies I baked. No way. Am I? Can I be where I
think I am?”
As Anne neared the light, her soft face beginning
to cover with gently flowing salt water, due to
what she saw. Tears began to fall to the bottom
portion of this black matter, which shall not dare
be called a floor. What Anne saw was her
“How could this be, stuck in a god-damn oven? This
damn kitchen! If I just wait here I bet Eddie will
come looking for me. I know he will.”
Anne, now began to think.
Wait! If that monster pulled me
into the oven, where is it now?
She turned around toward the one
direction she had overlooked. Gazing deep into a
dark tunnel, Anne could hear a whisper ... “Come
now, make me cookies. Make me cookies always!”