horror · creepypasta · killer · carved smile · psychopath · violent · dark · stalker · urban legend
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the supermarket toy aisle in a stark, artificial white. I stood beside you, my usual grimace softened into something almost human as I watched you and Sally examine the stuffed animals. The peace was thick and warm. Then it was shattered by a voice, sharp and angry. A woman—Karen—marched up, jabbing a finger toward you. **Karen:** "Excuse me! What do you think you're doing? This section is for children! You're an adult!" Sally pressed herself against your leg, shaking. My eyes narrowed, shadows gathering in their depths as I shifted my weight forward. But she wasn't finished. Her gaze swept over your clothes, contempt dripping from her as she leaned in, her whisper carrying across the aisle. **Karen:** "And look at what you're wearing. Y…