Chasing Shadows In The Grocery Line Novels & Stories

I could feel their glares, sensed them crossing the street to avoid the "cursed girl." The automatic doors to the grocery store slid open with a soft woosh. I grabbed a small basket, making a beeline for the bargain bins. The grocery store was busier than usual for a Tuesday evening. I kept my head down as I walked past chattering mothers with carts full of food. When I entered the produce section, conversation seemed to fade away. I felt their eyes on me, heard the whispers. I was used to it by now. Being nineteen and hated by most of the pack wears on a soul.

The ones the three shadow shifters haven’t yet killed, they’ve chased into the foyer. I shove against the wall and stand, stumbling a bit in my haste to chase after them. My silverware “weapons” drop to the floor as I leap over broken table legs and race out of the kitchen. Damn things were fucking useless anyway. When I pause in the crooked doorway, I have to duck as remnants of a destroyed shadow are tossed right toward me. Frost slams into the stairwell bannister and the carved wooden columns collapse beneath him. He snatches at two more shadows and tosses his head violently, then immediately leaps back to his feet.

As she walked, the soft rustle of her dress accompanied her footsteps. She hadn’t gone far when a sleek, black Lamborghini caught her eye, parked conspicuously in the alley near her house. Its presence was unsettling, and as she continued her journey, she noticed it following her, its engine purring softly. She glanced back, her heart quickening, but the tinted windows revealed nothing of the driver. Shaking off the unease, she entered the supermarket, the familiar scent of fresh produce and baked goods enveloping her.

CHELLEY MORETTI “What the hell is going on? I paid for my groceries! You collected my cash and tore my receipt!” I yelled while searching my grocery bag but there seemed to be no traces of the receipt… I paused, and I looked upward seeing the piercing eyes of the crowds boring into my soul waiting for me to bring out the receipt, since I look so determined, I swallowed… Reaching into the bag again, praying it was in there, I searched carefully but I still couldn’t find it.

Maybe then will the questions be answered. Dad entrusted me with the groceries one time, as he had some business to deal with. He presented me with a list so I won’t miss anything. With a smiling yellow cloth bag in hand, I began my quest. In broad daylight, I marched towards the nearest family grocery mart. Although I had some change, I preferred to walk and keep them in my jar. The mart had shelves upon shelves of goods that I could get lost easily if I turned to one corner. I fetched a creaky pushing cart and started my adventure. While browsing the shelves, I bumped on a slight frame. Instinctively, my arms caught her fall. Her dazzling hazel eyes met mine. Heat welled up to my face and

Now all I need to get is the sharp cheddar cheese for the Mac and cheese, then I can cash out and leave. While pushing my cart my eyes watch the floor. My body feels stiff with nervousness. I hate the grocery store and I hate being here alone. While making my way over to the cheese, the cart suddenly stops abruptly, colliding with something hard. My head snaps up as anxiety swells within my stomach. What did I just run into?

There was something off, but I couldn't pinpoint it. The other shoppers at the grocery store were completely unaware of my discomfort. They went about their business by grabbing items from the shelves and placing them in their carts. The cashiers made small talk with the customers while smiling. It seemed like a typical day at the grocery store. But I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

I fastened my pace as much as heel allowed me, and with that, the heartbeat got triggered with I saw a shadow almost crossing my shadow, I turned my head to some degree and found out I wasn’t dreaming about the shadow, I panicked and literally darted into some shop, at least, it had some folks to dampen my adrenaline rush. I faked to shop at the stationery shop so people better not find me suspicious, I was going through the aisles, brushing my finger on the products hanging but my concentration was on the paranormal being following me, is it a ghost?

He was naughty. The next morning, I watched Cecil drive away. We exchanged hugs, and I stood there until her car was just a dot in the distance. Once she was gone, I headed out for some grocery shopping. The store was its usual bustling self, filled with people pushing their carts and chatting in the aisles. I grabbed what I needed quickly, eager to get back home and avoid the crowd and to make lunch as early as possible. The aisles were crowded, and I had to navigate through the throngs of people, their chatter and laughter creating a lively background noise. I noticed a young couple arguing over which brand of cereal to buy, and an elderly woman carefully examining a list before picking up

“Hey, just drop me at the grocery store near my house.” "Okay i will see you later."she smiles at me in response. Soon, I stand between the aisles containing different vegetables, standing on my tiptoes I tried to grab the strawberries kept in the uppermost section. Suddenly, chills spread up my spine as the fluorescent lights in the grocery store flickered, making the shelves of food and drink seem to pulse around me, I am the only one there and the cashier seemed a little on edge. I heard the sound of shuffling behind me and I turned around in a snap, utter darkness surrounds me, “Hello.” I yell hoping that the cashier would respond but somewhere in me I already knew I fell right into the