Hours earlier, the bride and groom had danced and cut the cake along with all their guests. The extravagant rooftop reception had all been thanks to Meredith Stinger, New York City's premier wedding planner.

But now, the party was over.

Madam Stinger checked her roots for any new grey while riding the elevator. If executing a five-figure party wasn't stressful enough, she had also lost her work phone somewhere around the cake table.

The elevator reached the top floor with a hollow ding.

The tablecloths billowed up like ghosts in the moonlight. Meredith clutched her personal phone tightly to her chest and scurried past the buffet table still packed half eaten hors d'oeuvres.

A glass shattered.

"Hello? Who's there?" The panicked lady called, but, no boo; it was probably just a goblet that had turned over in the wind. The roof was littered with left over plates and glasses.

The wedding planner was thankful she had come back, now, even at this ungodly hour. What the hell happened to the clean-up crew? She was going to call them right after she found her work phone.

Meredith found the cake table, and along with it, a third of a cake. She was going to take some of that cake home, right after finding her phone and calling the clean-up crew. Tapping her chin, she thought she had been right here the last time she had her phone.

Strange creepy, crawly tingles ran up and down her spine. The wind died down. An eerie, quiet stillness took over the rooftop. She dialed her work number from her personal phone.

Smiling in relief, Meredith honed in on the buzzing vibration sound. But, where was it? She raised the table-cloth and saw it in the depths underneath. Great. She was too old for this. Sighing, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled completely under the table. The white linen cloth swallowed her whole.

Meredith groaned. There was some schmutz on her phone, so she cleaned off the screen.

Her stomach clenched when she heard a muffled whomp and a grunt.

There was no question in her mind, someone had just landed on the roof with her under the cake table, and it was no hilarious bump in the night.

Resisting the urge to scream and bolt out of her hiding spot like some bimbo, Meredith dared not breathe. She carefully lowered her head down to peak through the space between the edge of the table-cloth and the floor.

Her eyes bugged out of their sockets. A pair of shoes approached the table! She shook her head involuntarily as one cut up sneaker encroached under the table. Cut up to allow for two, giant, green toes!

Meredith Stinger refused to vomit on her Chanel suit. That was not happening. This was not happening.

The lady squeezed her eyes closed and willed the filthy monster to go away. Nothing happened for a moment, then her eyes popped open as the table jostled. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

Although, Meredith didn't think it would have mattered if she had screamed. Whatever was out there was devouring the cake and making the loudest, most perverse eating noises she had ever heard.

Gobs of fondant and chunks of cake splattered onto the ground.

She grimaced at the digits. What is this thing? She was so close she could take a piggy to market. NO. Don't do that. There was no way that was a prosthetic. Meredith Stinger was scared and nauseous, but it was her curiosity that finally willed her to move. She crawled to the opposite side of the table and quietly gathered up the cloth. Meredith peaked out from underneath.

A vile green creature - all teeth and spit - shoveled down the cake with astonishing speed and poor accuracy. Her eyes widened as she watched it continue to plunder the dessert.

Their gazes locked and she squeaked in horror. Alien! Meredith ducked under the table like a frightened woodland creature back into its hole.

Body tingling with electric panic she called 911. Only, she didn't have reception under the table. Her whole body turned into an ice sculpture. Meredith listened.

Not hearing anything, she slowly came out from underneath of the table. Knees knocking, the wedding planner held both her phones in a death grip.

The cake had been mauled by a bear.

Meredith's eyes snapped to attention and the hairs on the back of her neck joined in. A huge, looming moon shadow enveloped her. It's looking at you, Meredith! She whirled around without any grace.

And, she would have tumbled down in her stilettos, however, a pair of three-fingered hands, coated in a white slime of confection, steadied her.

A giant turtle showed off his gold tooth. Meredith's mind unraveled. Her Chanel suit had never been so scared. The forever changed garment would be boxed up and shipped to the Big Dry Cleaner in the sky.

The wedding planner raised up her hands and the creature looked at them in puzzlement.

Looking back and forth between the phones she held, he swallowed loudly and spoke English. "Hey! So, who you gonna call?"

Her head twitched side to side. Meredith's voice was so distant and confused, it didn't even sound like her. "The police?" It came out like a question.

The orange masked turtle cocked his head then regarded her with a surprising amount of pity and warmth. He laughed. "Like, nobody is ever going to believe you!"

The turtle booped a dollop of icing right on the tip of her nose. Then, he thanked her for the cake, did a series of back hand springs, and politely vaulted off the roof.

Meredith Stinger grabbed the first leftover drink she saw and sat down on the ground. Yes, she was still alive. She swallowed her drink - fairly sure it was whiskey - and agreed with the turtle. No one would believe her; not the clean-up crew, the dry cleaner, or even the assistant she planned to hire, and that was simply because she was never going to tell anyone. Ever.

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