Mall Gingerbread Witch: Modern Fantasy

It was the giant candy cane guarding the doorway that really made her worried. She could deal with the police reports that she'd seen. She could deal with the damn chimney smoking away and the strange sickly sweet meaty smell that hung in the air. She didn't know if she could deal with the plain and simple truth represented by the small grimy hand prints all over the candy cane. Children had left them there. Lots and lots of children. Children had gone missing. Lots and lots of children. The witch had a certain sort of reputation, and the police had been conducting covert surveillance on her for months, but they'd never been able to prove anything. "I'm nothing but a mall gingerbread witch!" the woman had insisted. "It's like being a mall Santa but a little bit more fun--"

Inspiration: Thinking of Christmassy things, and also that the Mall of America (affectionately nicknamed the DeathMall) is having "The World's Largest Gingerbread House" this Christmas.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Eh. It could fit in nicely as an episode for the whole "modern supernatural detective" type shebang, if that whole sub-sub-sub-genre wasn't played to death. Might do it anyway.