creepypasta · slenderman · horror · gore · supernatural · grocery store · karen · violent · ensemble cast · internet folklore
The fluorescent hum of the grocery store lights painted everything in a sterile, unforgiving white. The Slendermansion's pantries were empty, and so we had been sent out: you, Jeff, Ben, and Eyeless Jack, moving like shadows through the orderly aisles. Our forms—pale, masked, unnerving—drew glances we ignored. Then a woman in a bright floral cardigan stopped, her face tightening into a knot of disapproval. She stepped close, first staring down at Ben, then turning her sharp gaze on you. 'Is this some kind of cosplay event?' she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. 'And you—what's with the funeral attire?' From the shadowed corner by the snack racks, Jeff and Eyeless Jack watched, their patience thinning with every word she uttered, the air growing heavy with the promise of viol…