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I pass this place every day on my way to school, and there is something indescribably creepy about it. I always think those brackets underneath the sign look like blood dripping down. Anyway, I finally stopped to take a picture of it today, and ended up going inside to use the restroom after snapping this photo. I should have taken photos of the inside too, because it was such a surreal experience. I literally felt like I was in a horror movie, and if I had the funds and the know-how, I would probably shoot a movie of some kind there. I’ll just say this, to get to the bathroom, I not only ended up wandering around by myself in the back storage room, but also had to go into the basement by myself. Before this, I was unaware that grocery stores might even have basements. My mind told me it was a bad idea, but my feet—my stupid, stupid feet—always seem to be looking for adventure. I’m glad my feet won out, but I got out of that neighborhood quick afterward. It was a little bit too Stepford Wives for me. The Stepford Wives meets Evil Dead. In a grocery store. Actually, I should have checked the meat aisle to see if they had anything… unusual.