A horror illustration of a ghoulish old woman with glowing eyes and bat wings standing over a microwave, with a glowing burrito inside and a black cat with glowing eyes beside her, all set in a dark, fiery red kitchen.

It was 3:04 AM when I heard the microwave beep. I live alone. I walk into the kitchen, and there she is—my dead grandma—heating up a gas station burrito, glowing red like a toaster oven from hell. She turns to me, eyes full of static like a broken TV, and whispers: “The cheese will melt... but you will burn.” Suddenly, the burrito explodes. Not like, boom, but like a cosmic mushroom cloud made of beans and demonic energy. The walls bleed salsa. The cat starts chanting in Latin. My phone levitates and texts my ex, “He awakens.” I try to run, but the floor turns into wet tortilla. Grandma floats above me, sprouting bat wings made of lasagna noodles. She screams: “YOU NEVER ATE MY CASSEROLE.” Then I wake up. In bed. Safe. But the microwave is still running... And next to it—another burrito. Still warm. Still whispering. “One bite… and you’ll never come back.” Voir plus