Disturbing TRUE Supermarket Stories - Terrifying Events on Aisle 3
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With that being said, we saw every walk of life come through those automatic doors, from young families, professionals, to those down on their luck, and even the mentally ill. While there was rarely a dull day with the mix of regulars and the liveliness of things you couldn't predict, I wouldn't call it a particularly fun job. Eventful? Sure. Relaxing? Far from it. Terrifying? On more than one occasion. I'm going to tell you about one of those here.

Because of my classes being predominantly during the early half of the day, most of my shifts were of the closing variety. Throughout the day, there could be upwards of 14 employees in the store. But by the time we were set to close the doors, the staff would consist of about three people: two cashiers and a manager. As a cashier positioned at the front of the store, when we would get within the final hour of work, I would clock pretty much each and every customer that would walk through the doors.

So I knew when we were in the clear to start closing duties. One evening, we're about 15 minutes from doors locking, and there's a man that makes his way in. I've never seen this gent before, but he has all the indicators of someone that may not have a home to go to. Average height, on the slender side, wearing multiple coats, and perhaps even two mismatched shoes. I'm not judging, I know it's tough for everyone out there, but these were the cues that I was using for this assumption.

As I clock him walking through the door, he turns and we lock eyes. He says in a raspy voice, "What aisle is toilet paper on?" I tell him the corresponding number, and he moves in that direction after a slight nod. I see him walk to the TP aisle, head off down towards it, and expect him to head back my direction after he grabs a four pack, or a single roll, or whatever it is that he fancied. But that doesn't immediately happen. A few minutes go by, then ten.

Now we're at 15 and counting, and no one has emerged from the aisle, as he's the last shopper on site, and we're not allowed to start counting out or closing up while customers are in the building. I walk to the aisle in an effort to assist him with making a choice on paper goods, but as I come around the corner, I don't see anybody. Okay. Check the neighboring aisles. Nothing. Check the butcher's area. Produce. And even the staff restroom. Nothing. Nothing. And nothing again.

This strikes me as odd, and that's when I tell the manager, "We've got one shopper. I know we do, but I can't find this guy anywhere." So the manager suggests we lock the front door and have the other cashier stand by. The two of us will check aisle by aisle, the back of house, and we'll surely find the guy. But after 20 minutes doing a deep dive in every nook and cranny of the building, we're still coming up with nada, completely at a loss. The manager looks at me and asks,

Is it possible the guy walked out while you weren't paying attention? Like, maybe when you went to find him initially? I mean, it's possible, right? The man may never have come to the checkout line, but maybe he waited for me to leave my post before simply walking out. I wasn't sure. And back then, this mom and pop grocer didn't have cameras on all angles of the store, so there wasn't exactly footage to check, resigned that we had searched everywhere we could, and didn't turn up anything.

It was most likely that this guy had left without anyone noticing, whether with or without toilet paper. We didn't know, but we closed up shop, locked everything up, turned off the lights, and finished the night as intended. It was odd, yes, but I didn't lose any sleep over it. I remember being out of the shop the next few days, weekend or something. However, upon returning for my next shift, one of my other managers called the closers in for a meeting, and they let us know

they were not leaving the store in pristine enough condition for the openers, and that that needed a change. The opening crew was finding wrappers for food stuffed in trash, fruit displays with holes in them, and products obviously not stocked to standards. This was news to all of us because the last hour of work was often not very busy, so we all pitched in to tidy, stock, and keep things nice. That way we could all leave right when we closed.

But we took the browbeating and resigned ourselves to the fact that maybe we had been slipping. I don't know, but it wasn't going to happen again. After all, nobody wants to hear that stuff. So again, closing time comes around, and we do all the things we're supposed to. Fruit displays are all pretty. Done. Each item in aisles facing forward and shelves full. Done. Garbage taken out. Done. Finish the night. Go home. We're good. Right?

Well, sort of. The following morning, I get a call from the GM of the store asking if I would be alright with coming in an hour earlier than normal for a PM staff meeting. He alluded to the fact that there were some things that needed to be discussed. I'm thinking to myself, "We missed something last night and are going to get the whole entire speech over again. I don't like it, but I say okay. I show up at the time we're supposed to, head to the back of house, and that's when our GM emerges from his office, but he's not alone.

He's got a sheriff with him. My eyes get wide as I realize then that this likely isn't about not having enough lettuce on display. The GM starts off by thanking us for coming. He introduces the cop and launches into a story about what happened with the AM staff this morning. When the team showed up, they were once again miffed by the fact that the store was in rough shape. Wrappers, foods, things not clean, the whole shebang. Knowing that things needed to be tidied before the doors actually open,

One of the stalkers is cleaning up an aisle. Ironically, the cleaning products aisle. He's taking Cloroxes and putting them where they need to be, making sure the dish soaps are facing out. And that's when he notices that one of the four shelves of family-packed toilet paper, the middle shelf, the one closest to eye level, is just about empty. So, as we've been instructed to do, he reaches down to the lowest shelf to remove a pack or two from down there in order to replace. But when he does, he nearly has a heart attack.

as he sees a man's face staring back at him. After the stalker regained his composure after nearly defecating himself, the authorities were called. It was learned that a man had basically been camping out, obscured by toilet paper packs, inside of the store. I'm thinking that you may already get the payoff here. It was the same man that ambled in late five nights ago now. He had never in fact left, but made himself a nice little man cave on aisle 8.

equipped with snacks, a seasonal throw blanket, and even a radio that you might bring on a beach adventure found on aisle 13. Apparently, that night that we searched all over, he came into the store with a plan, and he executed it to a tee. He walked to the paper goods aisle, moved out all of the stock on the lower shelf, rolled himself in, and replaced the items that he had moved, while we searched aisle after aisle and department after department

Nobody considered looking within the shelves themselves. Once we closed and locked up, it's our best guess that he made himself comfy, went around the store and opened up tasty treats that he wanted, roamed the store, and returned to his cubby before the morning crew would get there. That's where the messes were coming from. A savvy vagabond that used his cunning for five nights of free meals and bored. I know that he was arrested for this and likely got room and board within the county jail for a little while.

But even all these years later, I'm still kind of mind blown to know how all of this went down, while it was a bit odd not being able to find the guy that night. It's way more creepy to me to know that the guy was lying near inches away from where hundreds of people a day were walking and shopping, unassuming that someone had taken up residence behind the Charmin. While I find that part the most unsettling, I'm sure if you ask the stock boy that ultimately found the guy,

he'd have a much different response about what he found the creepiest. Just my guess though.

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This happened back in the summer of 2015, after I had just graduated high school and still lived in my hometown. I remember being out with some girlfriends that evening, although at around 1:00 a.m., I decided that it had gotten a little too late for me and began to head home. I stopped by a drugstore close to my house, one that was 24/7, in order to pick up some aspirin and snacks. The particular one that I went to was in the same parking lot as a supermarket, important for later.

I parked my car close to the store that I was heading into. It was empty there, as there were no more than two other cars in the giant parking lot, and I was nowhere near them. I head inside, grab what I came to get quickly, because I had this overwhelming feeling of dread starting to build up inside of me. I felt like someone was watching me, but with no one else in the store, I couldn't see anyone other than the cashier. But after I had gotten everything I intended to buy, I stalled while checking out.

and just went aisle by aisle looking at random things because I thought whoever was out there would just leave if I took too long. Really, the whole time I thought I was being paranoid because I wasn't used to going out late. That's a byproduct of having strict parents growing up. Well, after about 20 minutes of meandering and I'm sure some eyebrow raises from the only employee in the shop, I pay and leave the store. I get to the door

and bolt to my car with pepper spray in hand before locking myself in. I turned my head over my shoulder to check the back seat, and right before I could breathe that sigh of relief because no one was there, someone tapped on my window. Now, I looked around before I left the store, near the entrance, and no one was around my car. So, how did I not see a person there? This is where I really started to freak out. I don't know if this person tapping was Ted Bundy inspired or what,

But this was odd. Outside of my window, there was a very handsome blond man with slightly long hair as well as a cast on his arm. My first instinct was just to drive off, but he was leaning on the front hood of my car and I didn't want to hurt him, so I rolled my window down just an inch, enough that he could speak and maybe if he were to get far enough from my car, I could back up a bit and drive off without hitting him. But nope, he stayed glued to my car.

Through the window, he asked me if I could help him with directions, maybe look up an address for him. I said, uh, I really need to get going, sir. Maybe ask inside the drugstore. I'm sure they can help. He responded with, I already went into the supermarket, and they couldn't help. I knew for a fact that that supermarket closed at 8, and there was no way this guy had just been lurking around the parking lot for five hours, waiting for some random girl's help.

He then went on about feeling really tired and if I could just give him some water or food since he had no money of his own. I told him okay and began to reach to my passenger side to grab the chips that I had just gotten and I began to roll the window down slightly further at which I expected him to move closer to my window but he was now off the car so that's when I hit the gas and peeled out away from him as he began to chase my car.

Another thing worth noting is that when I hit the gas and attempted to pull away, I heard a scraping sound, something metal on metal, on my side of the vehicle. In my fight or flight state, adrenaline coursing through me. I didn't drive directly home, thinking just in case I was followed. I instead drove down the highway for an hour, because as the adrenaline wore off, that's when the tears came, and I found myself distraught over what had just happened and what might have happened.

I finally get home, park in the driveway, and get out to assess what it was that I had heard. That's when I see that the entire side of my car, from the hood back to my driver's side door, had been gouged. It wasn't a shallow scratch that comes from a key. It was deeper and thick. I don't know for certain, but I get the feeling that the man had a knife or some other sharp object due to the fact that it was a really rough scrape.

I ended up reporting the incident to the police that night, but after filing a report and telling them where this occurred, I never heard anything back. I don't know if they ever found the man or fielded any similar incidents in my town. Thinking back, I do feel like this man was watching me the whole time, maybe from the windows of the store, because how else would he have known that I had just bought food? I also think that he hid behind my car so that I couldn't see him when I came out,

My gut tells me that he was trying to get to me before I got into my car, but I was just moving too fast. This whole experience has left me feeling as if I lucked out that night. I don't know the specifics of what it was that I was facing, but I don't need it spelled out to know that it wasn't anything positive. I now do all my snack shopping and aspirin buying during daylight hours only. I'm a 29-year-old female from the United Kingdom, and this happened when I was 17, although I still remember it.

like it was yesterday. The date was January 2nd, 2012. My boyfriend and I had just parted ways for the night. I was three miles away from my home, and the only way towards it was down a long, dimly lit road. Houses adorned the one side, while pubs and businesses were present on the other. It was around 7:30pm, and being winter, it was extremely dark out. My mother had warned me against walking down that road on my own, but against her advice,

I decided to walk down that street. About 5 minutes into my walk, I could hear someone or something through the music I was listening to through my earphones. I look behind me to see a man, wearing his hood up, a baseball cap on, dressed in mostly dark colors doing some kind of walk/jog to catch up with me. Immediately, I do a little panic as I don't like strangers at the best of times and I'm rather awkward. I quickly take my earphones out, tuck them into my pocket,

unsure what this man's intentions were. He catches up to me and begins walking right alongside me. "Hey," he says. I don't answer. I don't even acknowledge him. "Hey, I saw you walking up there," he says again. He then continues, "How are you?" clearly not getting the hint that I want to be left alone. I reply, "Good, thanks. Just on my way home." I pick up my pace slightly, trying to make it as obvious as I can that I don't want to talk. He then asks,

"What's your name?" Again, being on high alert, I give him a fake one. "Charlotte." "Charlotte? That's a nice name." I get this sneaky, creepy vibe from him. Those words just amplify the creepy vibe oozing from him, sneaking a quick look. I see this guy has a ton of facial scars, and his eyes are practically bulging from the sockets.

"So, what's your name?" I ask, feigning politeness and trying my best to not show my fear. "The boys call me the doctor." I ask, "Doctor?" He replies, "That's me. And speaking of the boys, would you like to come and meet my friends?" Panicking even more now, I reply, "No, I've got to get home. My family is expecting me." I keep walking, cursing at myself inside my mind. If only I had listened to my mom.

"Why did I take this route by myself?" "Come with me," he said, now slightly pulling on my jacket arm. "What do you mean?" "What for?" The fear now breaking out on my voice. He replies, "I just need a favor." I don't want a reply, but what comes out of my mouth are the words, "What favor?" He then plain out asks me for a blowjob, and I'm beyond freaking out at this point. I feel numb all over, and although I had a phone on me,

I couldn't discreetly pull it out and call 999, as I didn't know if this guy had a knife or another type of weapon on him. His crazed expression would have been enough to put anyone on edge. I reply to this creep, "Listen man, I don't do that kind of stuff." He begins to get a little more persistent, saying that he hasn't had a woman's touch in such a long time. Pulling at my jacket arm, with a bit more force than before, I can feel that he's attempting to nudge me towards dark and empty parking lots.

I continued walking as fast as I possibly could, to which he was urging me to slow down and that he doesn't know anyone who walks that fast. He had to practically jog to keep pace. I finally reached the town which was two miles from my home, but no way was I leading this guy back to my house. So I decided to go to the local supermarket, Asda, which is a UK spinoff of Walmart, one that I know is open 24 hours a day.

I could have cried with happiness being that there were people all around, but this guy was still glued onto my side and now staying deathly silent since we are now in the public eye. Instead of acting like a normal person and asking for help, I continued to panic and decided to go to the restroom. A stupid move, I know. In hindsight, I would have immediately told someone of my predicament, but I was 17 at the time and being extremely scared caused me to make that one mistake.

I head into the restroom, which to me, in my mind, is a safe haven, until he followed me into the toilets. That's when he grabbed me by my arm, kicked open one of the stall doors, and growled "Get in!" Through tears, I told him again, "I don't do that!" But he just growled "Get in!" in a more furious tone. But then, by some miracle, one of the shop's employees had been using one of the stalls. She came out and sees "Doctor."

a male in the woman's toilets, and immediately tells him, you can't be in here. This is the women's bathroom. He looks shocked, utterly taken aback. He looks to me, back at the woman, and then back at me once more. He then tells me gruffly, I'll be waiting outside for you, Charlotte, as he quickly takes his leave, giving one last foul glance over his shoulder before the restroom door swings shut. At that moment, my legs buckle from underneath me, and I start sobbing my heart out.

The employee asked me if I was okay, to which I told her about the ordeal I had endured for the past half hour. I told her how I didn't have any idea who this man was and that he had just begun following me. She then told me to get into one of the stalls, lock it, and to not come out until it was another employee knocking. In the five minutes that I was alone in that stall, my mind raced. I had never felt so vulnerable in my entire life. My heart was still beating hard. My legs were like jello.

I was emotionally and mentally spent. I was fully expecting that door to get kicked open by the doctor, but it never happened. Instead, when the door was knocked upon, it was another employee informing me that the police were now on their way. She then guided me out to the cafe, where they gave me a free drink to settle my nerves. I felt just like a little kid again, in a world full of adults. Now explaining my experience once more,

to three staff members who couldn't believe just how brave I was. The one woman commenting on the fact that you wouldn't expect this to happen to someone dressed as well as I was. But before long, I felt someone grip my shoulder. It was him once more. "Are you coming, Charlotte?" I didn't look up at him. I didn't speak to him. I froze, just seated there, looking at the staff in desperation. But that's when a very burly security guard approached the doctor.

and escorted him outside. From where I'm seated, I can see the whole interaction between security guard and this creep. The guy gives no fight while being asked to leave the store. He's walking calmly with security, but the moment that his foot hits pavement outside of the entrance, he books it. The security guard attempts to grab him, but only comes up with air in the process. I see the guard give chase, but after returning a few minutes later, red in the face and clearly winded, it seems like he was empty-handed.

After another 20 minutes, the police arrive and give me a ride home. I had to give a statement in front of my mother, who was both clearly shaken and horrified, but at the same time held a very "matter of fact serves you right" type attitude. For weeks, I had to go to and from the police station to give more in-depth statements, one even being recorded on tape. Another time I had to try to identify Doctor through pictures of sex offenders, but alas, I don't think he was ever caught.

I can't even imagine what could have happened to me if that woman wasn't in that stall that night, or if I didn't have the common sense to go to a brightly lit public place. One thing is for certain though, I never ever walk down that same road anymore, and if I'm out after dark, I always have someone with me, as I cannot make it 50 feet without feeling uneasy that someone may be following behind me. I also carry pepper spray at all times, even though it's classed as an offensive weapon and illegal.

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