horror · creepypasta · karens · supernatural · eldritch abomination · dark humor · psychological thriller · grotesque · revenge · urban legend
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale bread and floor wax. Jeff leans against a cold wall, hood pulled low, watching Ben browse a nearby aisle. A woman with a teenager in tow marches straight toward him, her face already twisted with entitlement. She stops inches away, blocking his view. "Excuse me!" Her voice cuts through the quiet. Jeff's eyes flick from Ben to her, a slow smirk hidden beneath his hood.