The Gingerbread Man (A Paranormal Short)

From bestselling and award-winning author Selena Kitt - Over a Million Books Sold!

Lindy runs into an unexpected snow storm on the way to her fiance's on Christmas Eve, but will the charming, kindly gentleman who comes to her rescue turn out to be more saccharine than sweet? 

Note: This story originally appeared in the anthology Shivers

Warning: This title contains graphic language, sex, and elements of horror.

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EXCERPT:

"I can't thank you enough!" She closed the door and locked it. "My cell phone died and I didn't know what I was going to do."

"That was some spin-out." He shook his head, holding her arm as they carefully crossed the icy pavement. "You're lucky it wasn't worse."

"I know!" Lindy let him help her as they walked carefully down the road. "That's the second time tonight... I should have just stayed home."

They trudged up the street, both of them hugging their coats around them, heads down to the wind. The snow, which Lindy had been sure was going to ease up, had resumed in full force, and she turned her collar up to it. It wasn't until they reached the walkway that she recognized the house, the old Victorian all decorated for Christmas.

There were so many lights on the house, it was like a beacon in the gray afternoon. Rows of red and white peppermint candies with lights in their centers lined the huge wraparound porch and each window as well. Fat multi-colored lights rimmed the roof and each ridge and cupola like Jujubes. Candy canes as tall as Lindy lined the walkway, each less than a foot apart, and she smiled up at the sign hanging over the door: "The Gingerbread House."

"I won't meet an old witch inside waiting with a hot oven, will I?" she teased as the man helped her up the stairs.

He flashed her a brief smile as he opened the door. "Not unless your name is Gretel?"

"No, I'm Lindy." She laughed, following him. The house was warm and inviting, but it was the smell she noticed first, the sweetness of baking, something like cake or cookies.

"Well, I'm the Gingerbread Man..."