HORROR DIARY: CreepyPasta

CreepyPasta #5: HOUSE CALL (Part 1)

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Jason O'Neill (10/29/17)

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It was Sandy's day off, but she decided to stop by her workplace anyway. Sandy was a pharmacist in a local chain drug store and she loved her job. Why else would she commute twenty minutes out of her way to buy laundry detergent when there was a supermarket that carried what she needed right across the street from her house? She would have made the argument that it was for her employee discount but the truth was she was ecstatic about her position.

At 23 years of age, Sandy was bursting with enthusiasm. She had just gotten her pharmacy license three months earlier, and after all those years of studying and taking tests she was finally, what she said emphatically over and over again to anyone in earshot, "official." Finally having a foothold in a well-known pharmacy, having the opportunity to counsel patients and assist them with their prescription questions and needs on a regular basis, was what made getting out of bed in the morning worth it. She was making a difference in her community. Plus everybody at the store was like family to her. They were so friendly and fun to work with.

And, of course, there was Jeff, the store manager. That was a major reason she liked her job so much. She felt he was one of the nicest bosses she could ever have. Always understanding and never condescending to her or the other employees, Jeff was definitely a great leader and an all-around good person in her eyes.

It also didn't hurt that she thought he was attractive.

Sandy tried on different outfits in the mirror before heading out, checking herself out from a variety of angles with great scrutiny until she decided on the most flattering blue jeans and blouse combo she could pull from her walk-in closet. Once satisfied, she applied her makeup and combed her long brown hair. She strapped on a pair of sandals, grabbed her sweater, and drove toward the store.

There was a bounce in her step as she walked down the chemical aisle and picked up her detergent of choice. She stopped midway toward the pharmacy department as she overheard two of the stock guys in the next aisle talking as they packed out the day's truck delivery. Her name and Jeff's happened to be spoken in the same sentence so she pretended to be looking at some fabric softener as she listened, her ears perking up to hear the latest gossip going around the store.

"You know he has a thing for her, right?" Robert, the stock boy said with certainty in his voice.

"What, are they dating or something?" James, the other stock boy, asked.

"Maybe," Robert replied. "He spends all his time in the pharmacy talking to her every single day, pretending to go over reports and shit. But hey, I can't blame him. Sandy is sexy as hell. If I was manager I'd be going over reports with her too."

She couldn't help but smile as she left the young boys to continue their adolescent banter, amused at the notion of people's perceptions. There was, however, nothing at all between them. Jeff wasn't like that. He was a professional, not to mention a gentlemen. Yes, she thought he looked cute in his shirt and tie and ever present 5 o'clock shadow, but the relationship she had with him was strictly that of two retail colleagues working closely together to improve the store's earnings and profitability. No more, no less.
She did her best to suppress her smile as she approached the back of the store and saw Jeff standing in front of the pharmacy counter talking with the other pharmacist, Marcus. Her smile was easier to hide when she noticed the frowns that were on both of their faces.