The unsolved mystery nagged away at her, whenever she saw the bakery. It was nothing that she wanted to think about. But at the same time, she refused to change her usual walking route to avoid the bakery; that would make her think of it because she *wasn't* seeing the bakery, and it seemed to her that would be even worse. Nobody knew how the stripper had ended up in the cake, at least nobody who'd admit anything, though plenty thought it was the fiancée who'd made the cake be baked a 2nd time--with the stripper inside. The worst part of it was, she understood from the men who'd attended the bachelor party, was that the cake had smelled really good. Like the best parts about cake and a pig roast mixed up together. They still got a weird hungry haunted look in their eyes when they talked about it, and there was some talk that Rob might have actually gotten a taste, after everybody else fled the room. She thought--

Inspiration: "Finished With Lies" by They Might Be Giants
Story Potential: Medium-high
Notes: This idea started out cozy mystery and wound up horror. Neat-o. I'm thinking there's some force trying to make people eat people. Lots of weird food accidents/murders, some people getting a taste for it. Question is, why is something trying to force the people of this town (world?) into cannibalism?