"I Deliver Sodas To A Strange Local Walmart" Creepypasta

I hated the new job honestly hi freakin hated it I just wanted to be a writer man huh throughout college in my early to mid 20s and I put fun on the back burner while I slaved away of my keyboard I wrote everything from screenplays to novels always horror had even made some money off it more money than probably the vast majority of aspiring writers ever well but in the end I was still the semi-pro aka I couldn't make a full time living scaring people with my prose not yet at least you see Patrick Reebok wasn't a household name and I guess at 27 I shouldn't expect to be Stephen King her Brett Haskell especially in today's world war even the best of us semi-pros and quite a few of professional writers need a jobs to pay the bills I guess I should consider my passion a perfect part-time Gaea the money I get off my stories and scripts was always a nice bonus but now that my girlfriend Nicole and I were getting serious well I figured that it was time for me to get a day job after all even one that was freakin miserable huh what I'm Nicole's friends help me get this job at a bottling plant I basically had to drive around to a few super stores and I put all the Pepsi products up on display the recruiters tried to pitch it as being a serious job full of promotion potential but I just saw it for what it was I was a freaking stocker sure this wasn't easy and not at all but there were plenty of hours and the pay would be studying for once I wouldn't have to worry about having stories salad doing odd gigs for money I would have consistent cash for Nicole and I in a selfish way I welcomed what I knew would be a very challenging and physical job as a night owl I have even after transition to working from 5:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. but after hearing people and namely Nicole's neighbors complained that all I did was right to not make a steady income I considered the job at a fine to screw you to their bitchy NASA and I still would have three or four days off where I could focus on the writing huh I could still pursue my dream of being a full-time pro and plus I figured this tedious sales support gig might influence my stories particulate the characters so far at least everybody here seemed nice all of them blue-collar working-class types and I was one of the few employees with a college degree much less the only creative one of the bunch buds I was intrigued by the dynamic after all the time spent around fellow writers in academia just joining common Americans gave me fresh insight into the country's heartland of course the results in akola nice future we had been dating for two years and I loved her hell I needed her my heart chemistry was strong our relationship hot navya we were two former hipsters at war with the world even as both of us had settled down into traditional work but at least the subtle conformity hadn't changed our personalities any Nicole was 25 an extremely pretty and smart young black woman huh she likes spending money and she made the cast to live vicariously not to mention she can outdrink everybody that you knew hummed with radiant eyes and wavy hair Nicole had always captivated me her tall slender frame was made all the more attracted by her quirky fashion science hai was slender and I had a crazy grandma even though I was 27 I looked much younger with straight brown hair style eyes by spiked bangs boyish dimples and bright green eyes and I was unconventionally handsome to say the least and when I didn't have my contacts Edna I was forced to wear oversized glasses more befitting an elderly rocket scientists and a millennial in his late 20s so yeah Nicole and I were cute couple and even doing manual labor I clearly wasn't made for I stayed with a job I wanted to for Nicole my second day of work left me with my trainer ray he was supposed to show me the ropes and explain what the hell I was doing instead what I got was a pickie a stymie Banta a 55 year old man whose twenty year experience of pepsi left in both in great physical shape and with a comical dedication to a job that illiterate 16 year olds could do it hated by his trim brown hair and beard ax array fit the mold of a Bible Belt bullshitter a supervisor who faked friendliness to all the bosses and store owners and his clothes and car Roy's need his blue eyes laser focused his voice loud a booming in full of southern charm I could tell that the army pride never left Emma and neither did his delusional demands for excellence like a meticulous surgeon arrey made sure that all those Pepsi products were precise and pristine only this wasn't brain surgery or any other job that required rigorous focus and this was stocking shelves I actually didn't mind raid during the breaks but goddamn he was a nightmare on the job more tyrant than a trainer he worked me like a dog again after just one day my legs were sore and my body dehydrated from all the heavy left Dana not to mention the exhaustion that I felt from the countless times they had to redo the store coolers and shelves to fit Ray's lofty standards the sunrise sundown shift may as well have been a supermarket prison sentence with Emma and the agonizing work wasn't the only horror either the time constraint also bothered me the rate constantly told me to go faster considering this guy was a Pepsi vet who moved at the speed of sound my lofty one day of experience didn't have a chance of matching a speedo a high struggle mana and Rea damn sure let me know it overall gosh he was a douche the drill sergeant that I never wanted in just a split second he could go from yapping it up with a pretty cashier to barking at me to fill up a cooler hell just on the first day he told me that he had severe PTSD which he could only tolerate by making sure he performed his duties to the fullest a real perfectionist said his job needless to say I was dreading going back into work the next morning and the sad thing was it was only my second day so at 5:30 a.m. I clocked in at the plant and then I made the boring drive to my trainers first stop Walmart Neighborhood Market and one of those mini Walmart's missing all the cool electronics but still fooled the same stressful suppression you would think that since it was only my second day the Ray wouldn't let me ride with them huh but she had the ass whenever offered her I guess I was too much of a slacker to even be worthy of his precious Honda Civic so let the defeated prisoner that I was I pulled into the neighborhood marquetta the parking lot was empty save for the handful of cars belonging to employees I parked next to race Honda all of his army vet back window and bumper stickers taught him you like his booming voice was about to resigned to my fate I stepped out into the late-night my Pepsi windbreaker and khakis had no chance against the February cold shiverin I walked up to the stores front entrance only the Dorst inside I came to a confused stop leaning in closer I peered through the glass under the markets clinical lighting I saw a ghost town of a Walmart inside an abandoned village of goods and cash registers what the I muttered his cold air poured from my lips I paint on the doors the glass felt frozen to my hand one more hedge and I think my flesh would have shattered like broken eyes hey I yelled with the speed of loud animal Reiki and charging down the soda aisle his steps quack his piercing eyes honed enemy for once he didn't look so competent or in control a frantic turbulence field is hurry estranged since I'd never seen the man break a sweat much less every good flaw stared oh I ran like the sliding doors and you're running late his southern accent growled I told you to be here if I xxx his sharp glory kept me petrified in the cold Jesus Christ ray Alda he snatched my arm in a firm high scrap get in here I let ray drag me inside under the bright lights I felt sheer isolation even the Walmarts temperature was an uncomfortable low still shivering i scan the scene no one was around no clerks janitor said not a single one of the grim and grumpy Walmart slaves like bellows or a deserted cemetery corny pop music blaring through the speakers Jennifer page is catchy crush only enjoyed by Ray and I on this quiet Thursday the sliding glass door slammed shut behind me I could hear a turn the lock startled aha I turned to see my fiery trainer step towards me ray kept stealing looks around the store a touch of paranoia to go along with his agitation hey um where's everybody at I asked in a trembling voice where the workers with Vivid force a race shoved me towards aisle eight our resident so dissection just get to work boy he hollered uh I faced his intense baby blues do you want me to help just go check the damn shelves ray marched towards the employees only room in the back his footsteps loud and furious write down what we need I'll go look in the back uneasy I began to make the journey tile age I had to walk up a prisoner approach in the Gallo Xhosa the walk of her depressed employee I grabbed a nametag sticker off the counter and remember to hurry it up this time I heard ray barking me cringing I trudged up to the fateful Iowa to the valley of the shadow of sodas glare down upon me and there are so many goddamn two leaders six packs 12 packs off-brand drinks and God forbid those freaking 24 pack suitcases and at least looking at beer got me excited all this so did it was accelerate my dehydration and what was more irritating was a I couldn't even drink the expired Chet like a weary detective how do you treat my pad am i no patta time to jot down all that I needed from the back room unfortunately for me this morning was hot mass a pack of deranged children and lazy stoners must've pillaged Iowa throughout the night there were sodas out of place some even broken into a what we had here was a Pepsi Cola Showa I charted down what brands that I needed him that I hesitated on the hard work amidst this chamber of 90s pop music i deliberated on my Drogheda out of the tune of Shania Twain and I don't impress me much the colossal crash or the backrooms Doris maybe job I turned it I looked on the Iowa there was a stray grocery cart even an open notebook on a shelf but I still saw no wanna but not a soul in sight and she and I just kept singing the only voice that I heard in the entire burrito castle I caught a chill hiding my trembling hands I jammed them into my windbreakers pockets restless and cold I looked right behind me still I saw no wal-mart slaves I heard none of their gossip complaints or annoying machinery nervous ice be bought down aisle eight for once I wanted to see ray and at the frozen goods section more cold air greeted me more silence besides Shania's Adult Contemporary approved volume glancing down the hall I saw the double door entrance to the storage room but all around me was just merchandising and no people here it was an hour after daybreak and I didn't see a single freaking employee all I saw was there scattered a notebook here a full pallet there I muttered uh a sudden slam hit those double doors terrified I looked right at it the doors were back in place only no shelf came flying out and no worker for that matter behind cautious steps I approached the back room shawn mullins lullaby now swept across this barren landscape the spoken word vocals like whispers from beyond the walmart grave unease dominated me but still I didn't think my paranoia was warranted after all maybe the employers were just messing around with Ray I mean they loved the guy as I got closer to the room I saw a face appear behind one of the doors narrow windows familiar glare Ray he stood right behind the doors his fiery eyes locked enemy I came to a frightened stop ray I said just as lullaby kicked into its sweeping chorus Ray backed away into the storage roma into the dimly lit abyss of spare so dosa hey man a yalda forcing myself to fulfill the duties bestowed upon me with this Pepsi jacket and my freaking name tag I rushed towards the double doors hey man you need any help before entering the room I still want let's look around the store I was still alone alone with Ray the storage room was even colder and darker basically a Walmart basement I pulled my jacket in tighter a thin cover for the chilly draft in here tall shelves of shits are out of me and in the dark all of the wrapped items resembled preserved lab specimens hey ray what's up I said forcing confidence in my nervous tone I stopped in' i evaluated the room abandoned carts full of unpacked items are scattered about a front desk still had open notebooks brought all across debt hey do you need any help uh I took a few more cautious staffs I saw a retractable door in a dark corner the same door that we took to go outside and drop off all of our crates and pillars and right now it was wide open confused I stared outside and the Walmarts truck parking lots loomed right before me and there were indeed quite a few trucks out there including our own Pepsi deliverer through the intense silence I heard no voices no footsteps just the lingering rumble of a truck agenda and the Holly in February wind maybe ray was just running around somewhere I figured and honestly I couldn't put it past the workaholic he was mr. Pepsi himself I shifted my focus over to our shelves our bag catalogue of 12 packs and 20 ounces regardless of my unease I knew I had little choice but to get back to work I needed to hurry up as Ray would say our go faster is the neighborhood markets manager a bitch because God knows stocking sodas are so freaking important back in slave Moda I stopped up to our Pepsi section most of our 12 packs looked damaged but not damaged enough apparently Ray had heard he taped up the tears in addition to being an expert soccer Marie was also a soda doctor judging by how well he refurbished these guiding boxes straining and I began stacking the 12 packs on a wobbly cart I was like a lumberjack stacking chopped would only be sharp a bus much less the boxes all felts heavier than usual I figured that this job must have really weakened me at this plant or should I say broken me and such silence I kept turning the cart squeal beneath the thunderous thud of each box I just hope that the damn thing wouldn't break and at least with no one here I wouldn't feel embarrassed pushing this over stag pile of crap around fueled by the intense labor I felt sweat sticking to my jacket crouching down I wrapped my arms around a behemoth 24 pack of Pepsi I tried to lift it about the 24 pack was winning huh I let out an exasperated groan huh using all of my meager might I finally raised the suitcase and then a huge crash echo towards me a cardboard avalanche frightened I dropped the 24-pack even when I heard it burst on the floor my gaze stayed on the open doorway from what I could see him several boxes were lying out there in the darkness our box is even at this distance my trained eye could recognize all those goddamn Pepsi logos and all the packs were positioned like the Christmas gifts I never asked for thick liquid poured from the bottom of the collection from the conglomeration of crush cans the that I knew Walmart would make me clean up hooray I said in a worried tone not a sound emerge from out there the chills now overpowered my sweat and I stole a glance around the stockroom but I was still Ilana my uneasy eyes looked back at those boxes hey ray you out there I yelled silence greeted me as well as reinforced my fear I took a step towards the open door ray I stopped in a puddle an ever-growing river flowing throughout the room but there is no sweet scent emanating from Anton I felt no stickiness beneath my feet shivering I forced my gaze down to the suitcase that I dropped and then my immense horror only grew one [Music] the large puddle was too much liquid to be coming from just 24k onsen and did my sick and God I also realized that I dropped a Pepsi instead of a mountain Dew Code rata oh I said through the fear panicking I leaned down and I dripped the suitcases let off rather than cans I saw 24 individual pieces of human flash eyeballs with sagging skin still attached a severed arm even a pulpy hearta judging by the blue clothes and the blood-soaked cap I finally knew where all those neighborhood market slaves had gone what happened to them when and they were alone with Ray I looked over at my crammed cart another a blood stain seeping through all the cardboard all the logos not glowed with a vivid radda going off equal parts adrenaline and stupidity I ripped open one of the 12 packs 12 mutilated limbs in gooey Oregon State back at me queasiness joined my terror only the biting cold kept me from puke amen I couldn't imagine how foul the stench of slaughter would have been in the summer pull myself away I staggered up towards the open door ray a yell de I kept my eyes in the scattered boxes out there below that Ray had left for me here hooray where are you I cried desperate for protection I pulled a box cutter for my pocket the one that raided convinced me to buy just yesterday and the only weapon that I had feeling more hunted than hunter I approach those boxes god damn it ray I slipped the cut his pathetic blade up and where are you closer and closer to the collection I got huge tears covered the box says providing an easy glimpse into their contents ray I yelled Agana outside I felt the heavy wind cut into me only two of the truck parking lot lights Ron beyond the trucks and pillars I saw a forest polluted beyond belief stray Walmart boxes and garbage made up its filthy ecosystem I looked all around me but I saw no one outside the rumbling truck the low noise that I heard her gripping the box cutter I know down towards the largest box a 24 pack of Diet Pepsi and my paranoid gaze kept search in the parking lot rheya a yada yada I got no response no answers on this dark a cold night finally I forced my focus back towards the Diet Pepsi just one quick look was all that I needed oh the president's ID was raised to capitated haida his blue eyes looked onto me crying for help just like as a gate mouth Shirley was and a color befitting a more gruesome code radda blood ooze from his hacked naca his beard now populated by crimson specks all the jagged hacks made it obvious that Ray's death was a slow car veena rather than one clean slice scared I bolted to my Fiat I couldn't help but catch quick disturbing glimpses of all get their boxes Ray's other pieces his hands organs and legs all of it divvied up into six and twelve packs all of the gore packaged and ready for the market the truck door bursts open and out jumped a large masked man he was tall and strong and fast the man descended upon me like a savage beast a hungry beast I confronted the killer a cardboard yellow smiley face masked disguise the man's face blood scattered all over the morbid a homemade rendition of Walmart's trademark mascot now a smile of death the man wore tight gloves his oversized Walmart uniform draped over him like a cult members robes the story's yellow star icon now doused in fresh cream Xena trembling I held on my box cutter the blade so far out of reach of the murderer get away from me I screamed to my attempted toughness about his pathetic as my weapon of choice in a cool SWAT and the killer knocks my blade away the helpless I watched he'd fly off towards the trucks off into the parking lot stark daffs the man's gloved hand extended right towards me I got a front-row view of his own box cutter the blade was longer than a Shakespearean dagger and sharper than one judging by a lumpy flesh Bluto Etta I can tell the man in customize this weapon huh homemade just like his mask and just like those graveyard of boxes inside like the world's most demented supervisor the Walmart killer waved the cutter in front of my face somewhere between a taunt and a sadistic scolding huh a horrified I staggered back my sloppy scared footsteps struggled to reach the back room I slipped and I fell down to one mia the killer charged after me I saw a faint light glimmer off that long blade and the masked smile only seemed to grow wider the man swung his weapon I rolled away just missing the fatal blow stumbling to my feet I confronted the killer or I contact lingered in that February night breathing cold air I took one last look around the parking lot around this shitty neighborhood marquetta no one was coming for help I knew that matcha the masked man lunged towards me I bolted off for the woods Maui chanted escape the Maui chance for survival of course the man kept pays the world's craziest supervisor was also the fastest the wind blew back against his Walmart unis making it flow like a vampire escape focused through the Fiera I kept going I had to regardless of what Rey thought I was now going pretty got to him fast running amongst the myriad of Forgotten trash and wall my bags I ripped off my nametag screw this terrifying nights and screw this terrifying job the was not worth the 10 bucks an hour [Music] [Music]

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Id: qD7JqG34L38

Length: 28min 16sec (1696 seconds)

Published: Tue Mar 19 2019