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Dj Robbins

Dj Robbins

Screenwriter. Poet. Poet and writer of horror fiction.

Attack of the Peanut Butter

3 min readAug 23, 2026
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Billy’s stomach growled. He reached into the refrigerator and found an unmarked jar of peanut butter. He pulled out a knife and a couple of slices of bread and began spreading the peanut butter across them. Grandma and the dog, Petey, walked in. ‘’Good morning,’’ Grandma said.’’Good morning, Grandma,’’ Billy replied. The peanut butter bubbled in the jar, and the dog barked his head off. Grandma noticed the bubbling peanut butter, gasped as it pooled out of the jar, climbed out of the garage, grew as tall as Grandma, and devoured her in seconds. Next, the goopy stuff turned its sights on Petey. The dog started to eat,t but its eyes bulged, and it vomited and fell over from peanut butter poisoning, and then the stuff devoured Petey’s corpse. Dad walked in and gasped. ‘’Backyard, now!’’ Dad exclaimed. Billy followed his dog into the backyard, where the pool was. Dad walked into the pool. "Dad, what are you doing?" Billy shrieked.’’Trust me, son, Dad said. He allowed the goopy stuff to follow him into the pool. Grab the tarp, son,’’ Dad ordered. Billy grabbed it. Dad hopped out of the pool and helped Billy cover the stuff with the tarp. The peanut butter writhed and moved under the tarp. They watched in wide-eyed horror as the tarp floated away and the peanut butter devoured the father and son in seconds. The peanut butter crawled back into the house, through the living room, and back up the stairs. It crawled toward Mom’s room. She was still sleeping, and it made a wet sucking noise, and it crawled toward the bedroom door. It sucked up family photos and opened the door. It crept towardMom’ss sleeping form. Mom’s eyes popped open and stretched, and she let out a loud yawn. Her eyes were still blurry. She saw something hazy but thought it was her husband. ‘’Hi, honey,’’ Mom said.The peanut butter obviously did not say a word. ‘’Something smells good,’’ mom said. ‘’Did you make peanut butter toast again?’’Her eyes adjusted,t and she shrieked when she saw the peanut butter hovering over her. It consumed her, and her bones snapped, and she suffocated in the gunky stuff. Peanut butter filled her eyes and nostrils. She dissolved, and the peanut butter headed back to the kitchen and placed itself back in the jar and even managed to put the lid back on somehow. Jill, Billy’s teenage sister, walked in and found the jar of peanut butter sitting on the counter. Her stomach growled. She grabbed a couple of slices of bread and placed them on the kitchen table. She grabbed a butter knife, took off the lid, and stuck the knife into the peanut butter. She spread it over the bread and licked her lips. The hunger inside her belly began to grow larger. Her belly rumbled. She placed the sandwich to her lips and saw it squirming. She lifted the bread and saw the peanut butter squirming like maggots. Her stomach lurched, and she dropped the bread.The bread squirmed over to Jill. She backed up and did not notice that the rest of the peanut butter was right behind her. It was as tall as she was. It bubbled and made wet smacking nnoisesShe turned around and gasped as the peanut butter lurched forward. She screamed as it covered her like a tight blanket. Bones snapped and popped as the stuff filled her eyes, mouth, and nose. She choked and gagged as it devoured her. Once she had been eaten and digested, the peanut butter let out a loud and satisfied belch.

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Dj Robbins
Dj Robbins

Written by Dj Robbins

Screenwriter. Poet. Poet and writer of horror fiction.