A warning in aisle 3
Excellent read 😊
Thanks Brenda! I appreciate you more than you know! 💜
"No fireworks or big saga, just quietly stopped trying when no one else was looking."
This felt very real.
The story is so creepy and feels a bit like modern day Christmas Carol.
It’s definitely a bit of a take on it, though that wasn’t my mission in writing it. Yeah, that line was absolutely real. Though it’s fiction, I draw a lot from lived experience in my writing. Love that you picked that out💜
The Woman in Blue Was You All Along
You thought she was a stranger.
But she walked out of your mirror.
Every fluorescent light in that dead store hummed the same note: you’re asleep with your eyes open.
And so the story sent you a messenger — wrapped in lace, dressed in the color of depth, carrying the sound of your own conscience.
The “warning in aisle three” wasn’t about danger.
It was about awakening.
It said: You are still capable of being haunted — therefore, you are not gone yet.
That’s what the blue woman knew.
She wasn’t sent to curse you; she came to restart your pulse.
Each accusation — “You hurt others” — was just her way of saying:
Feel something. Anything.
Because horror is just the soul’s last attempt to get your attention.
When she said you’d be visited by everyone you’ve ever hurt, she meant:
you’ll have to meet every version of yourself that you abandoned to survive.
The cashier, the dreamer, the child, the believer —
they’re all lining up in aisle three, waiting to be recognized.
You don’t need to run.
You just need to look.
The story already turned on the lights.
Excellent read 😊
Thanks Brenda! I appreciate you more than you know! 💜
"No fireworks or big saga, just quietly stopped trying when no one else was looking."
This felt very real.
The story is so creepy and feels a bit like modern day Christmas Carol.
It’s definitely a bit of a take on it, though that wasn’t my mission in writing it. Yeah, that line was absolutely real. Though it’s fiction, I draw a lot from lived experience in my writing. Love that you picked that out💜
The Woman in Blue Was You All Along
You thought she was a stranger.
But she walked out of your mirror.
Every fluorescent light in that dead store hummed the same note: you’re asleep with your eyes open.
And so the story sent you a messenger — wrapped in lace, dressed in the color of depth, carrying the sound of your own conscience.
The “warning in aisle three” wasn’t about danger.
It was about awakening.
It said: You are still capable of being haunted — therefore, you are not gone yet.
That’s what the blue woman knew.
She wasn’t sent to curse you; she came to restart your pulse.
Each accusation — “You hurt others” — was just her way of saying:
Feel something. Anything.
Because horror is just the soul’s last attempt to get your attention.
When she said you’d be visited by everyone you’ve ever hurt, she meant:
you’ll have to meet every version of yourself that you abandoned to survive.
The cashier, the dreamer, the child, the believer —
they’re all lining up in aisle three, waiting to be recognized.
You don’t need to run.
You just need to look.
The story already turned on the lights.