“Burger at Midnight” - Alice, the porcelain doll, stood in the dim kitchen, clutching a small burger in both hands. The bun was too dark, the meat giving off a strange scent that didn’t belong to any meal she knew. Behind her, the shadows of old cupboards stretched across the floor, as if they were leaning closer to see what she would do next.
The air was heavy, humming with the low groan of pipes hidden in the walls. Alice glanced at the burger again — its layers seemed to shift ever so slightly, as though something inside was breathing. She tightened her grip, porcelain fingers trembling, unsure if taking a bite would satisfy her hunger… or awaken something far worse waiting in the dark.