Horror Movie-Scene One, Take Two

It was a rainy and stormy evening, good for neither man nor beast. Just my kind of weather.

I absolutely LOVE the rain. Being born and reared in the desert has made me something of a strange 'un. I get no kicks from champagne. Pure alcohol doesn't thrill me at all, but I always get excited about weather changes! Just as some people can find orgasmic glory by eating chocolate, I can reach my peak just looking at three or more dark clouds.

So when my elderly neighbour called, asking me to run a few grocery errands for her tonight I didn't hesitate to go driving in the pouring rain. Unfortunately, all she wanted was a diet drink from the neighbourhood food mart but that didn't stop my zeal. I giddily zoomed off to the food mart with the window rolled down, feeling the cold air slap and sting my cheeks. I should have said cue scary music.

When I got to the store I thought it was closed because of the dark lighting. A dim neon lit blinked "Open" so I went to the door and pulled it open. And I felt it. A foreboding sense of trouble, of pain, of gastric excess. This store was something straight out of a poorly made horror movie. Even the clerk looked like he was auditioning for the part of "Clerk/Killer/Creature". This guy was tall, slim with a face made of marble. He stood and watched me, never blinking, like one of those pictures with the eyes that follow you.

The fact that there was no one else in the store didn't elude me. I couldn't find the soda I was looking for and after having checked several store cases I turned to call and ask him where the diet soda was and there he was, right behind me! I thought I was going to scream, faint or excuse me-fart but I didn't. I asked him where the diet 7-Up was and he reached up and pointed over my head to show me the other display case.

Unfortunately, when he moved like that, I thought he was reaching up to stab me and this time I did fart (sorry) and fell back causing a whole display of chicarrones (pork skins) to tip over. "Hey lady, you crazy or sumpin?" He spit out.

"'I'm sorry!" I stuttered "You scared me!". By this time someone else came into the store so Clerk/Weirdo/Killer kicked some of the bags away and went to help the new customer. I picked up a bag of chicarrones, got the 7-Up and paid. When I got to my car I looked into the store and saw him staring out the window at me. I swear his eyes were glowing red.