Raquel's Peanut Butter Obsession

Chapter 1: Peanut Butter Aisle

Bethlehem's POV

When my strict Ethiopian parents told me I needed to get a job so I could get the hell out of their house, I didn't exactly picture getting a job at HEB. No, instead, I pictured a job at an office building that would lead me to promotion in Paris. Since today is my first day, I, Bethlehem Jima, chose to spend half an hour last night ironing my red employee shirt to leave a good first impression. Personally, I didn't like the way the redshirt contrast with the black jeans I'd chosen to wear, but there was nothing I could do about it. The weekday is on Friday. It's June 13, 2018. Typically, people would be scared to do things on a Friday 13th, but believe me, when I say nothing today has to offer would be worse than when my parents saw my C+ in school.
"You guys sell peanut butter here, right?"
I lift my head up and see a relatively tall female staring down at me.
"Uh, yeah. It's in aisle 7," I told her.
She quickly thanked me and sped off towards her goal. She seemed odd in the way she walked with immense speed without care of whom she trampled. I would probably have to get used to weird customers like the creepy girl in search of peanut butter who, funnily enough, seemed to long for the peanut butter when her eyes lit up at the sight of the nearby isle.

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"New bitch, closing time. Go look through the aisles and kick anybody out," Shannon, the middle-aged white woman in charge, told me. Once she left, I quickly took in a deep breath of fresh air and tried not to gag; she smelled like absolute shit, but I'm not surprised since I walked in on her eating out the creepy custodian during my lunch break. Eventually, I left my cash register and started walking around the practically deserted store, thinking about how useless this was at 12 in the morning, when no one in their right mind would be at an HEB.
"Noggin'!" I yelled out in the dairy section. Nobody was around, but I wanted to get into the habit of not taking short-cuts at work and deeming this ridiculous. Just as I was about to turn the corner at isle 7, a hideous, creepy laugh echoed out. Fear was not an option for me, so I quickly let out my battle cry and charged into the aisle. I didn't make it far though, I ran right into someone and fell backward. Quickly, I scrambled to my feet and saw who it was. It was the tall girl who'd asked for peanut butter earlier.
"Do you mind?" She asked in a monotone voice. Did she not know the store was now closed? She was holding an open jar of peanut butter and her hand was covered in the stuff.
"I need you to pay for that and leave."
Without a moment's hesitation, she sprinted towards the door. I chased after her but stopped when she made it halfway across the parking lot. Damn her tall legs that helped her run ahead of me. After cursing under my breath, I went to lock the door of the store and hoped that Shannon's stinky ass won't find out what happened. Once I finished, I called my dad to come and pick me up."ወደ ቤት መሄድ" was his response to my pleads. Great, just great, I had to walk home after having had a rough first day that involved retarded customers and weirdos who steal peanut butter. I was annoyed with my parents, but at the same time, I wanted to go to sleep. After walking for a few minutes, I saw the same peanut butter girl up ahead. My blood boiled knowing that I let her get away, but I wasn't motivated enough to chase after her anymore. She turned into an alley and disappeared from sight. I walked in peace but turned my head out of curiosity into the alley peanut butter girl turned into. There she was, crouched down in front of about 600 jars of peanut butter.
"Take my sacrifice great peanut butter, God!"
I walked closer and peeked over the girl. In front of her lay the lifeless body of Shannon. Her guts were spilled out and I could see just how much fat she was carrying. Without realizing it, I let out a piercing screech, startling the girl.
"Holy shit! Did you do that? Oh my God, her corpse stinks!" I stared at the peanut butter girl in fear. I should've run when I had the chance.
"Please don't kill me, peanut butter girl!" She looked at me confused and slowly made her way closer.
"My name's not peanut butter girl, it's Rachel," she told me, her voice was calm and I couldn't wrap my head around how she acted so strangely.
"I won't call the police if you let me go," I offered.
"I'm literally not doing anything to keep you here-"
"Please don't eat me alive, Rachel."
Rachel let out a sigh.
"Just leave me, the cow, and my peanut butter alone."
Without hesitation, I turned on my heel and sprinted away.

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"Bridget!" I called out once I'd entered my friend's house through her window.
"What?"
"I had the craziest day, I saw my boss having sex, I saw my boss get murdered by a peanut butter addict, and my dad didn't want to pick me up from work."
I sat on her bed and began to untie my shoes. She walked over and stood in front of me.
"Did you see your boss' dead body?" She asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I want to see it, obviously," she said as if it were a normal thing.
"Okay, but we may have to take you to a mental hospital."
She sat on the bed and began to put on her shoes, I reluctantly put mine back on. When we had gotten them on, we left out of the front door and headed out towards where Rachel and her peanut butter jars were sacrificing Shannon.

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"Hey, Rachel!"