Hello! My name is Muffin. Or at least that's what my friends call me. My real name is Leon. I have a very strange thing about muffins. I can't really explain why... I just do.
Any way, right now I am at the shops, buying muffins for some of my high school friends. Can you believe the prices of muffins lately? Over $4 for one! I'm gonna run out of money by the time I get myself one!
It is a 2mile walk to the school, so I normally eat one of my muffins on the way, but this time I don't have one. It was a hot day too. It looked as if it was going to take forever to get there, so I decided to run instead. My arms and legs were throbbing in pain after about ten minutes. Who new 12 muffins would be this heavy.
I slowly walked up the hill to my school, at least I was until some guy in a large black cloak bumped into my right arm, making me drop all but 2 of my muffins. They rolled on the road where cars were speeding by. They were all squished in seconds.
"Hey!", I called to him.
He stood still, not saying a word. Then he turned and looked at me.
"Sorry about that," he said quietly.
"Well you just lost me 10 of my mu-," I stopped when I saw something unnatural.
Under his cloak was the one and only Muffin jacket, the one that I made, the one that only I wear.
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KillerMuffins Secret
Mystery / ThrillerSure, he's undead, got a hole through his skull, not very smart and kills for revenge on even the smallest of things. But he wasn't always like that...
