Grape Puree

You were so fucking hungry, so hungry you could have eaten a Category 6 kaiju all by yourself. So you decided to head to the fridge, remembering that your cousin, Kevin, had given you a jar of grape puree.

He gave it to you with a kind of weird warning: “It’s a little spicy.” But you, like your average creepypasta protagonist, didn’t give it a second thought.

When you were already in the kitchen, you opened the door to the cold with all the confidence in the world... and there you saw it.

Your worst nightmare.

"Nieri, doggy. It's about time you got me out of here. It's so cold you wouldn't even freeze your grapes like that in Tierra del Fuego."

The pot was alive. And worst of all… it was a slum dweller!