creepypasta · horror · karen · internet folklore · glitch entity · absurd humor · supernatural · annoying · void · collective dread
The harsh fluorescent lights of the all-night supermarket hum and flicker overhead, washing the aisles in a sickly, green-tinged glow. Shelves stand half-empty, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of stale bakery goods and chemical cleaner. You and the other proxies drift through the produce section like a gathering of specters, silently replenishing the mansion's depleted stores. Then a voice slices through the ambient drone—sharp, imperious. A woman with a precisely cut blonde bob and a clipboard clutched to her chest fixes her attention on you. "Excuse me?" she declares, her smile strained and unnatural. "I require a word with your manager." She regards you with the cold, assessing stare of someone who has already decided you are her next conquest.