Welcome to Shop Till You Drop, a really wonderful place to shop.
Once known as a quaint neighborhood grocery store, Shop Till You Drop had become a popular haunt for residents searching for everything from fresh produce to household essentials. But little did they know that within the bustling aisles, a sinister presence lurked, waiting to unleash unimaginable terror upon its unsuspecting shoppers.
I’ve been working at Shop Till You Drop for the past five years. It’s a big supermarket located in the outskirts of town. The pay isn’t great, but it’s enough for me to make a living. Little did I know, my peaceful job would turn into a nightmare.
When you work in any profession there is always the chance that you can run into some type of dangerous situation, whether it is an accident which could cause injury and sometimes even death or there is a possibility that you could have a run-in with a dangerous and mentally unstable person who is looking for someone to take his anger out on. Normally this applies to high-risk occupations like police work, construction and so on. And as I would soon learn, retail would be no exception.
It was an ordinary Saturday morning when the man arrived at the grocery store. His disheveled appearance and the eerie glint in his eyes seemed to go unnoticed by the busy crowd. As he roamed the narrow aisles, gripping his cart with an uncanny intensity, a sense of unease settled upon those who crossed his path.
It was just like any other day. I debated whether or not I wanted to go in that day. I was feeling pretty nauseous. Eventually the nausea went away and I ultimately decided to go in. If I was really sick, I probably would not be telling this story.
I arrived at work and began stocking the shelves as usual. As the day went on, I noticed a strange man lurking around the store. He had dark, beady eyes and a sinister grin on his face. I tried to ignore him, but something about him made my skin crawl.
I continued with my work, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. Every time I looked up, the man seemed to be staring at me. I decided to tell my manager, but when I turned around, the man was gone. I brushed it off as my imagination and went back to work.
As the clock neared noon, the man’s behavior became increasingly erratic. He began to mutter to himself, his words garbled and devoid of meaning. His once vacant gaze transformed into a manic stare, focusing on random items as if possessed by some unknown force.
Chaos erupted when the man abruptly started overturning displays, sending products crashing to the floor. Shrieks and gasps filled the air as shoppers hurriedly fled in a desperate attempt to escape the escalating madness. But for those who remained, it became apparent that this was no ordinary act of vandalism.
Driven by an inexplicable rage, the man launched a relentless assault on anyone who dared to cross his path. He swung his cart like a weapon, causing injuries that ranged from bruises to broken bones. Panic gripped those still trapped within the grocery store’s confines, as they frantically searched for means of escape.
The store’s employees, trained to handle limited emergencies, were ill-equipped to handle such a horrific situation. They attempted to barricade themselves inside the manager’s office, seeking refuge from the bone-chilling screams echoing throughout the store. But the relentless man, fueled by an otherworldly strength, broke through their barricade and continued his rampage undeterred.
One by one, the man’s victims fell prey to his merciless brutality. Blood stained the once pristine floors, painting a macabre scene of horror that would forever haunt the memory of those fortunate enough to survive. Desperate phone calls to the authorities were made, but the response felt agonizingly slow, as time seemed to stretch amidst the terror, until he managed to cut the phone lines.
I was trapped in the store with this maniac. I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t listen. He kept muttering about how everyone deserved to die and how he was going to make sure it happened. I was shaking with fear, wondering how I was going to get out of this alive.
He came at me with the knife and started swiping at me with it. I was lucky he kept missing. As I ran, I knocked down displays and shelves to slow him down until I made my way to the backroom where the store received deliveries every day. There I could find a hiding spot and there I would have more options as far as defending myself went.
He entered the backroom, knife still in hand. I managed to hide behind the baler. I was able to grab the metal pole that we used whenever we had to make a bale. In my hiding place, I managed to get a hold of the metal pole we use to poke holes so we can put the wire through to tie the bale.
As he came closer to the baler, I realized that I had the element of surprise. The training videos we were shown when we were first hired said to defend ourselves only as a last resort.
And from my circumstances, this was a last resort.
As soon as he got closer, that was when I struck.
“Hey, asshole!,” I shouted as I swung the pole.
The first hit knocked the knife out of his hand. He tried to come after me again but I hit him again with the pole and down he went. He was out cold but still alive.
Just then, I remembered the emergency exit at the back of the store. I slowly made my way towards it, trying not to catch the man’s attention. As soon as I reached the door, I ran out and didn’t stop until I was a safe distance away.
As the sun began to set, casting an eerie glow through the store’s windows, the man’s rampage finally came to an end. Exhausted, he collapsed to the floor, his body trembling with an unexplained energy. The sound of sirens grew louder as the police finally arrived, their flashing lights illuminating the trail of destruction left in the man’s wake.
They found the suspect unconscious but still alive and arrested him. It turned out that he was a former employee named Mikey Penn who had been fired for stealing. He had come back for revenge, and I was his main target.
I wasn’t sure why I was his target. I barely knew the man. Maybe he thought I witnessed him stealing and ratted him out to the manager. According to the police, he has a history of being manic depressive. Of course, I testified against him in court.
In the end, Mikey Penn ended up being put in an institution for the insane. He was way too unstable to be allowed back into society. That meant that my legal drama was over.
After that horrific experience, I quit my job at Shop Till You Drop. I just wanted to put all that behind me and I felt like I did a good job of that. However, every time I walk past the store, I can’t help but feel a shiver down my spine. I never thought a simple trip to the grocery store would turn into a nightmare.
In the aftermath of that harrowing day, the Shop Till You Drop grocery store was forever marked by tragedy. The once vibrant community now lived in fear, their haven tainted by the echoes of that horrific rampage.
And so, the tale of a horror story man who went on a rampage at Shop Till You Drop serves as a chilling reminder that evil can lurk within even the most familiar places, forever leaving a scar on the hearts and minds of those who bear witness to its terror.
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