It was the Witching Hour of Halloween when a serial killer wielding an extra-large meat cleaver eradicated two 3rd shift employees stocking shelves in Aisle 13 at a large department store. Interestingly enough Aisle 13 was for seasonal items. In this case, it was being stocked with Halloween Costumes and Decor. The sick individual grabbed a random monster mask and placed it over his face while laughing like a loon. He then proceeded to slice, and dice the man, and woman up while arranging the body parts around a Satanic symbol he painted in the victim’s blood. At the Devil’s Hour, the police arrived to find him drenched in blood while chanting incantations in an unknown ancient language. He ignored them at first but once they neared him he ripped his mask off to reveal his deranged scowl of evil! He then leaped forth screaming,” Don’t interfere with my masters ritual!” He brandished his meat cleaver, and the cops were forced to shoot him in self-defense. He collapsed and died amid the bloody carnage of his innocent slain victims.
For two weeks the aisle was closed off with crime scene tape for forensic investigation, and clean-up. Almost immediately after Aisle 13 was opened to the general public weird occurrences began to take place. Things would fall off the shelves, eerie screams bellowed beyond from thin air, noxious odors emanated onward, small fires would start for no reason, and people were constantly being hurt by random accidents. Store management decided to renumber the aisles without admitting to themselves that the area was haunted since that would be insane in their logical eyes. So it became Aisle 14 but this didn’t fool the diabolical darkness that had descended densely down the shelf lined lane. Finally, under the advisement of paranormal professionals, the store tore up the entire aisle and put in a koi pond with blessed holy water in its place. All seemed well until the one year anniversary of the terrifying tragedy when the water turned blood red, and the fish went belly up at Midnight on All Hallows Eve. After that, no blessed water could be reinstalled without turning a sinister sanguine hue along with no life surviving in the ever-thickening bloody waters. In fact, during the witching hour through Devil’s hour of each night, it would glow on, and off making it seem like a long rectangular beating heart. Ghostbusters and priestly exorcisms had no effect on the 13th aisle of this apparently damned store!
Finally, they drained the pond into the sewer and filled it in with holy blessed salt imported from the Red Sea. Then the entire aisle was boxed in with walls, and ceiling composed of an iron cage filled in with more Red Sea salt cemented upon it. On top of that, the outer walls were blessed by holy water on a weekly, and then monthly basis when all seemed well. The aisle was abandoned to the ghastly ghostly presence never to be utilized ever again! Unfortunately on the 13 anniversary of the tragedy the entire store burnt to the ground in the dead of the night. No cause could be found by fire investigators. Since profits had been way down it was decided to auction off the property instead of rebuilding. Eventually, the few standing frames amid the rubble piles of the building were simply abandoned when a buyer could not be found. Amazingly the boxed in Aisle 13 remained as a giant charred rectangular black box of doom buried in the midst of the destruction! The rural store lying near farms was overrun by weeds, tall grass, and eventually small trees as time passed.
Thirty-three years later the haunted tale of Aisle 13 was a favorite Urban Legend among local kids, and teens around Halloween. Walking among the department store ruins in the foreboding field beyond Midnight was a popular pastime among daring teens as a right of passage. However, no one had ever come across aisle 13 hidden within the tall piles of rubble, and vining foliage. Finally, at the Witching Hour on Halloween 2015, a group of freshmen college students happened upon the blasphemous boxed in aisle when a storm cleared quite a bit of debris away. Five boys and three girls excitedly cleared away bush branches to reveal the crumbling charred salt wall. Everyone took turns hitting and kicking the now weak wall in. The iron bars were very thin and rusting. They were able to eventually break a hole through big enough to crawl through. Once inside the supernaturally eager group was immediately sickened by the most wretched stench they ever inhaled in all their lives. They were on the border of barfing and attempted to leave but the hole they crawled through had inexplicably disappeared!
Now trapped inside this terrifying tunnel-like structure they forged forward through an eerie crimson fog that began swirling about. Soon spine-chilling screams and insanely sinister snickering echoed through the air. The girls and even a few guys in the group began screaming amid specters of the murder scene, and the actual act appearing before them. The fog furiously fanned around them ever faster like a wayward whirlwind bringing the murderous reenactment into continually clearer focus. Soon they found themselves in what appeared to be the original Aisle 13. Had they traveled back in time or was it an illusion. They attempted to run the other way as the cackling kook of a serial killer began slaying the 3rd shift store workers before their very eyes. It was all too clear this was rather real since the blood was literally splattering all over them! The college students ran to the end of the aisle but simply ended up on the other end of the corridor as if teleported there by magic. They ran back and ended up where they started on the opposite side of the aisle. They gave up accepting their forced fate of watching the despicable murderer dismembering the bodies while smearing satanic symbols on the floor in the blood of the innocent.
Just as he was done he began chanting his incantations of darkness. At that point, the police should have shot him but instead, his gaze focused on the frightened freshmen with rage-filled glee in his dark eyes. He slowly strolled toward them giggling with his meat cleaver in hand. They all screamed in terror as they ran down the dark tile floor of Aisle 13. Every time they’d end up on the other side of the aisle with the killer turning to face them. All hope seemed lost until they entered the dark void for the 13th time. Suddenly the aisle was more of a mirage as the crawl hole was visible. The tall moonlit grasses of freedom waved in the wind outside. Each one dove through the hole. The last man out was a large football player who valiantly let the rest of his buddies go first. Unfortunately, before he could crawl through the killer grabbed his legs, and violently dragged him away into the darkness. His friends outside gasped in horror as they heard his blood-curdling shrieks echo away into dead silence!
One of his buddies wanted to crawl back inside in an attempt to save him but everyone held him back as it would have been certain suicide! Instead, they ran for help but the police dismissed it as a Halloween prank until the football player was officially declared a missing person days later by his parents. Despite scouring the haunted field multiple times they could not find any trace of Aisle 13. Every night after the Halloween horror all of the unfortunate freshmen exposed to this living hell were haunted by nefarious nightmares centered on their lost friend being tortured by the serial killer. He would then turn to them, and declare in a gravelly voice, “You will be mine next Halloween!” At that point, they’d wake up in a cold sweat screeching while barely able to catch their breath. Eventually, all of them had to enter intensive psychotherapy as their night terrors spawned into a delusional reality that caused them to see visions while awake. By Halloween 2016 every last one of them had to be committed to the local mental institution with a few falling into an everlasting coma! Days after that particular Halloween three teens were reported missing. They were last seen heading toward the Aisle 13 fields of the haunted damned!
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