The Deliman
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Lemme tell y'all a tale most frightening. A tale most have never heard 'cause those who know don't wanna say. The tale of the Deliman.
See, some twenty years ago we had us a fine young man working at the local grocery. I'll be the first to say he was the best at what he did. He could slice up a pound of ham faster than you could get your "please" out. He could pack a salad perfectly. Why, you'd go up to the counter and he'd have already have the sandwich you didn't even know you wanted, ready and waiting just for you. He was so good, he earned himself a nickname: Deliman. He always smiled when he heard it.
But he had a dark side.
>>17761581
I only saw it once. It was subtle, almost too subtle to notice. While I was waiting to order some lunch meat, the man ahead of me started arguing with Deliman. He wanted his turkey shaved, but this turkey he was holding was too shaved. It was roadkill. As he spoke, I could see him mushing up the meat in the bag, making it completely unusable. Deliman did his job just as always, cutting new meat for the customer. As he handed the man the bag, though, he held on for just a second, and a strange look took him. “Come back soon,” he said. Strange. He always said “Have a nice day.”
Deliman wasn't the same after that. Every time I came in for my lunch meat, I could tell there was a strange shadow cast on his soul. On the outside, he was the same as ever, but his insides had changed. Gotten some kind of rot in them. And I was the only one who noticed.
>>17761588
Right around that time, some kid disappeared. Left school, never made it home. The whole town felt it – small town communities, I tell ya. Every little thing strikes a nerve. But only a week later there was another one. Then another. Parents wouldn't let their kids walk home alone, but somehow it kept happening. Kids taken from their backyards or their soccer practice. Everyone wanted to find the killer but I knew it would never happen. I knew the truth.
Pic related.
>>17761581
TIME CUBE HAS 4 ROTATIONAL DAYS 4 ROTATIONAL PATTERNS YOU ARE A LIVING PYRAMID YOU'RE TEACHERS PREACH BLASPHEMOUS NON CUBIC TRUTH THE SQUARE ROOT OF A CUBE IS TIME
>>17761591
Now, trouble was brewing at our little grocery. Money had gone missing and whatnot, someone found porn mags stashed in the ceiling, and even though the avocados were always right where they shoulda been when the produce guy left, by the next morning they'd all be by the organic milk. And nobody could figure out just what in the hell was going on. So finally, one day, Mr. Manager Jimbo decided to check the tapes and see for himself what was causing all that fuss.
From what I hear, Mr. Manager Jimbo screamed so loud when he saw what was on that tape that he ripped his own throat apart and drowned in his blood. From what I hear, he was buried with a look of pure terror still etched on his beautiful porcelain face. From what I hear, the cops had to divy it up into sections and stitch it all together later, just so they didn't suffer the same fate.
From what I hear, it wasn't the aliens.
>>17761596
First, he dragged the kid behind the counter, sat him up by the slicer. Started with his fingers and toes, then arms, then his face. Then he took what was left and all the little pieces he'd cut into the back, by the meat grinder. They only used that grinder for one thing, and in this town, that one thing was better than gold. Good lord, I'm glad I never ate that sandwich spread. Turns out human flesh blends perfectly into that shit. Turns out that's where that extra-savory flavor was coming from around that time.
After he mixed the kid into the spread, from what I hear, he cleaned up the mess he made like he'd clean up any other mess. Like it was his job. And he was damn good at his job.
By the time the cops showed up at his place, he was already gone. They never figured out if someone tipped him off or what. My guess is, evil like that always knows when to run.
>>17761600
n all these years, Deliman hasn't been seen once. But there are rumors. Some on the night crew say they can hear those slicers going when nobody's around. Some say they can see a shadowy figure out the corner of their eye putting things on the scale. Maybe strangest of all, some say if you hold a virgin stick of salami under the light of the full moon and say “Deliman” three times, he'll appear and give you a lifetime supply of his special sandwich spread. It's all kids scaring each other, I'm sure, but there's one thing I do know – they never figured out what was up with those fucking avocados.
Good creepypasta is so rare these days.
BUT WHO WAS AVACADOS
>>17761730
Me!
>>17761730
Right? Wtf
