It was eerily dark as the misty vale of twilight fell upon the dwelling. A young couple sat alone, the two of them watching television, enjoying their sitcoms and dramas that stream into their dim living room. Suddenly there was a commotion, a clang rang out that broke their glassy stare away from the television. After a prolonged look at the kitchen door from whence the noise had emanated, they started to return gaze back to their entertainment, unsure of what they heard, feeling it was nothing, but just as there heads started pivot, they once again heard a noise. This time it a scurrying, scratching noise along the wall. The couple looked at each other, knowing that this now cannot be ignored, as they owned no pets, and as mentioned, they were alone in this house. The man stood up and turned towards the kitchen.
"Maybe a pot or a glass shifted in the dish rack?" he lied to himself.
"It better not be mice or rats..." the woman half mumbled under her breath as the man crossed the threshold into the kitchen. There was a long pause. The woman broke the silence with annoyance in her voice as she questioned whether the man had discovered the source of the noises. There was was no response, followed by another pause which was finally ended as the man stepped back through the kitchen door. Something was clearly wrong, his face was pale, gaunt, and clammy, his eyes filled with fear, his lower lip trembled. It was as if it was taking all of his will to remain standing.
A hard dryness clasped deep into his throat as he forced the words out with a stutter; "Well... it's not rats, that's not we have problem with, it's... it's a... a d-doughboy." The woman rose up and gasped as her face shifted from annoyance to absolute terror. Panic washed over the both of them like a wave of scolding hot butter. They locked eyes, when the hairs on the back of their necks stood up as they heard it, the unmistakable subtle giggle, a tee-hee of sorts, followed by a unearthly bloodcurdling hiss that no mortal beast could ever dream to produce. The creature scurried across kitchen walls once more which ended with a dull thump that told them that it had landed on the floor. Again, something was knocked over, this time it was a chair. Panic stricken they were locked into place like granite statues, unable to move.
"I don't want to die, but what on earth are we going to do?!" the woman proclaimed with tears welling in her eyes.
The man, with tears welling in his eyes as well, replied as his voice broke; "Preheat the oven to 450° and pray to God."
No one knows what happened to the couple, especially since they didn't know their names, or where they lived, but some say it was 8 to 12 minutes of unimaginable horrors until a light golden brown hope shined though. Others say the doughboy ate them, but this is widely disregarded by science as the size to wight ratio would make it impossible for the doughboy to eat a fully grown human, let alone two, but he did likely murder them and burred the bodies. This is widely documented in multiple science journals and the magazine Better Homes and Gardens.
(Reposed from G+)
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