Every Monday I see the same man at the grocery store over-filling his shopping cart with marshmallows. Today I followed him home.

If my boyfriend finds out that I followed yet another strange man home, then he will break up with me. There?s no doubt in my mind.
And you know what?
I deserve it.
I have a problem, you see. Following people is not only my hobby, it?s my passion. Not a day goes by that I?m not either following a stranger I see walking down the street, or daydreaming about the strangers that I?ve followed in the past. I love the adrenaline that stalking stirs within me. It makes me feel alive, unlike my boyfriend, who makes me feel insensible.
Robert is such a bore, and I would leave him if I didn?t fear loneliness like a hand does fire.
So instead I follow whichever men catch my eye, which today, happened to be Marshmallow Man.
I?ve spotted Marshmallow Man five Mondays in a row now at the grocery store over-filling his shopping cart with marshmallows. Never once have I seen him buy anything else. Every time I pass the snack aisle I seem him loading up his cart with the powdery snack with such enthusiasm it makes my heart quicken. Never before though have I felt the urge to follow him.
Until today.
After waiting for Marshmallow Man to finish collecting his haul in the adjacent aisle, I followed him first to the checkout lanes, then to his car. I watched with fervor as he loaded up his van with so many bags of marshmallows that I soon lost count.
The sun glinted off his biceps as he pushed his shopping cart back towards the return lane.
It was then that the first pangs of love stirred within me.
Before I knew it I was parked three houses down from his, watching him carry the seemingly endless bags of marshmallows into his house. Once he finished unloading his van he disappeared through the front door, which was brown and weather-beaten from the incessant pounding of the wind.
I exited my car and crept across the street. Normally I refuse to follow my targets into their homes, but for Marshmallow Man, I decided to throw caution to the wind. I just had to know what his private life was like.
And besides, I found him sexy as hell.
Luckily, the window on the side of the house was unlocked, and I lowered myself into the hallway on silent feet.
The clanking of pots sounded from the kitchen. I passed through the hallway and into the dining room. I could see Robert through a sprawling archway beyond the mahogany table, and hid behind a nearby cabinet.
Four massive pots sat on the stove, each one filled with marshmallows. I watched as Marshmallow Man poured bag after bag into these pots, until soon all four were saturated with a thick, boiling liquid. The smell of burnt marshmallows permeated the house, irritating my nose.
Once all of the bags were used up Marshmallow Man carried these pots, one by one, out of the kitchen and into a room beyond my vision. He whistled as he did this, as if he were having the time of his life.
Turns out he was carrying them into the basement, which I followed him down the moment I got the chance.
What I saw in the basement would?ve made me flee the house if I hadn?t been so enthralled by Marshmallow Man?s bizarre behavior.
Ten corpses sat in a circle around the room, holding hands. Their insides had been entirely gutted and replaced with marshmallows. So over-filled were they with the powdery snack that they looked like bloated scarecrows. Ever their eyes had been replaced by marshmallows, which glowed red from the light of the candles spread evenly around the room.
Marshmallow Man was standing in the middle of this circle, boiling pots beside his feet.
?The time has finally come for your returns,? he said. ?I?ve been your faithful servant for years, and now I?m ready to begin the final sacrifice.?
He then said a few words in a language that I?d never heard before, picked up one of the pots, and poured the boiling mixture onto his head. Smoke billowed from his cranium as the melted marshmallows adhered to his skin.
Before I had time to react, he emptied the other pots onto his head, which caused him to plummet to the ground, limbs twitching.
What happened next I hardly have the will to write. After a brief pause in which the air seemed to be sucked from the room, the marshmallow people rose from their chairs on awkward legs and threw themselves at Marshmallow Man?s body. They then started consuming his flesh with such ferocity that wilted marshmallows went flying from the open wounds in their skin. Marshmallow Man laughed as they eviscerated his skin, as if having the meat torn from his bones was the greatest joy of his life.
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I fled from the house before the marshmallow people finished their meal. In the hours since witnessing their grotesque procession though, such a strong desire to return to Marshmallow Man?s house has filled me that I?m quivering with nervous energy.
I?ve got ten new people to follow who, if I?m careful enough, will keep me entertained for months.
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