2 Scary Walmart Stories

Story 1: When I was a teenager, my best friend and I were having a girls' night at her house. We were watching a movie and just hanging out. At around 11 p.m., we were both pretty hungry and in the mood for some junk food. There wasn't anything like that at the house, so we decided we would go to the only store open at the moment, Walmart. Because it was so late, we weren't surprised to see that there weren't many cars in the parking lot, and we were able to get ourselves a spot right near the entrance of the store. We walked inside and made our way directly to the chip section, which is towards the back of the store. We were trying to decide which ones we wanted when a man came up to us out of nowhere, causing us both to jump. He was standing so close to us that I felt the need to take a couple of steps back. The man was wearing a Walmart vest but didn’t have a name tag. He started asking us if we could take a quick survey for the store. I told the man that we were actually in a hurry because it was late, and we needed to get back home. But he was persistent and kept telling us how helpful it would be if we took the survey. Again, I told him no, and my friend and I hastily grabbed a few bags of chips before walking to a different part of the store. We were in the frozen section looking through the different types of ice cream when all of a sudden, I could see the same man in the next aisle over, watching us. This was a big store, and the chances of running into someone a second time without intending to were slim. I realized that he had followed us all the way from the other part of the store. At this point, I was creeped out and wanted to go home, but my friend still needed a few toiletry items, so I agreed to go with her to the shampoo section. As she was looking through the products, I was taking in the surroundings, making sure the guy wasn't still following us. There was a slight gap in the rows of shampoo, allowing me to see through to the next aisle over. I peeked through the gap and was startled to see the same man staring right at me. I gasped, then turned to my friend, grabbing her arm and telling her we needed to leave right now. She agreed, and we quickly paid for our things and went to the car. We drove directly back to her house, discussing how creepy the man had been. Once we got inside, we locked the door and went back to our movie. No more than 10 minutes went by when there was a knock at the door. We both looked at each other with confusion and fear. Who would possibly be at the door at this time of night unless there was some sort of emergency? We both approached the door and looked through the peephole. I gasped when I realized it was the same guy from before, staring through the peephole back at me. My friend ran upstairs to wake her parents, and they came down quickly, clearly concerned that we were being stalked. Her dad went outside and walked around the house but couldn't find anyone. That was the last time we ever saw the man. Story 2: When I was in high school, I would sometimes work weekend night shifts at the local Walmart. I know it sounds like not a very desirable job, but all I would do was stock the shelves. I didn't have to interact with the customers at all. Plus, I was allowed to listen to music on my headphones as long as I was doing my work and not slacking off. One night started off just like any other. Several really large shipments had come in, and we were short-staffed. I knew I was going to have to work pretty quickly to get everything unloaded before my shift was over. As I worked, I was taking in my surroundings, something I knew was important as a younger girl in a nearly empty store. There were a few customers here and there, but they all seemed to move quickly, just picking up a few necessities and checking out. When I was in the electronic aisle, one particular individual caught my eye. It was a middle-aged man dressed in all black. He was checking out cell phones and some other technology items. He was taking his time, and I noticed he was going down the row, checking the price tag on each item. Normally, nothing about his behavior would strike me as weird, but it was the way he was shopping that made me suspicious. He kept looking over his shoulder every minute or so as if he was trying to tell if anyone was watching him. I'm pretty short, so he didn't see me crouched down nearby, quietly loading shelves. I had a bad feeling about this guy, so I decided to keep an eye on him as I worked. I watched him pick up a digital camera and a few external hard drives. I had a hard drive for schoolwork, and I knew that the ones he picked up were worth a couple of hundred dollars. He put the items in his shopping basket and continued moving throughout the store. I followed closely behind him, making sure not to make myself known. I watched as he then went into the men's restroom towards the back of the store. He carried the entire basket in with him, which is completely against the rules, but I decided to hold off before approaching him. I wanted to see what he was going to do next. The man was in the bathroom for a long time. Obviously, I couldn't go in after him, so I just stood outside, waiting for him to come out. Around 15 minutes went by before he finally came out of the bathroom. His shopping basket was gone, and there was nothing in his hands. After he was a safe distance away, I ran into the bathroom he came out of to look around. The shopping basket was sitting in the last stall. It was empty. On a hunch, I walked over to the trashcan by the sinks and looked inside. Laying under a couple of paper towels were the tags and security devices that the man had somehow removed from the electronics. Now I knew without a doubt what he was trying to do. I made my way quickly throughout the store, looking around for the guy. I then noticed him near the front of the store. Instead of going towards the registers, he was heading toward the exit. I called out to him, telling him he was going to have to pay for the items in his pocket. He became quickly irate and approached me, his fists balled with a furious look on his face. He was yelling profanities and picking objects off the shelves, hurling them towards me. He even took a couple of swings, which I barely avoided. Luckily, we had a security guard on duty that night. When he heard the noise, he came running and snuck up on the guy, tackling him from behind and cuffing him. After that, I never worked another night shift.