Screams pierced my ears left and right as people started to run all around me. A tangerine rolled on the floor and stopped by my foot. The tangerine was covered in a red substance: blood. I immediately looked around the store. What the hell was going on? I ran out of an aisle and looked both ways, almost like a child before crossing the street. On the left were people running toward the exit, and on the right was what seemed to be an old man slicing up limbs, but not those of an animal. I saw a bloodied arm, leg, and a foot. The wall behind his back was splattered red, and he grinned like the madman he was. He turned his head and looked at me. As a shiver went down my spine, I turned on my heel and left to walk back into the aisle. Another man, this one about my age, ran in front of me and grabbed my forearm. His hands were wet with water. I trembled in fear, wondering what would happen to me. He took my hand and ran back up the aisle, dragging me behind. I simply followed. When turning to where the exit was, I flashed a quick look at the spot where the scary old man was before. There, in his former spot was nothing but a grocery basket filled with the chopped up limbs and a few dollars beside it. I gagged and continued to follow the man. Soon, we exited the building along with a bunch of other people, who were screaming their heads off. The man took me to his car, a very expensive one, and told me to get in. Reluctantly, I opened the car door and sat down. He sat on the driver’s side and locked the car doors. “My name is Aaron.” He looked tense. “Okay… I’m Lola,” I said, my voice trembling to the max. Aaron started up the car and began to drive. He almost looked… lost. “What happened in there,” I asked out of curiosity and concern. Aaron sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He then pulled into an empty parking lot. “Something crazy happened,” he said with contemplation. I simply said “yes, I know.” He blinked and bit his lower lip before making eye contact with me. “I’ll tell you,” he said, and I nodded my head, silently telling him to continue. He exhaled and began to speak. “I went to the store… my father works there. A woman had her stuff and was ready to pay at the register, which is where my father was. I watched as he grabbed her and tore off her skin.” I looked at him with disgust as he continued. “She screamed so loud. People started to rush out, but me…? I stayed. I walked over to my father, who was starting to tear off the woman’s legs, and he told me to help him paint the wall.” A grim expression crosses my face. “I grabbed her leg and painted the wall. Red is my favorite color. I must say that I liked doing it. Some of my… paint… dripped onto fruits… mainly the tangerines. I came out of the bathroom after washing my hands to take you to my car, honey.” I tried to unlock the car door but it wouldn’t budge. I looked up at him in complete fear and said “don’t hurt me!” He grinned and said “after a while, blood turns brown, but that’s not my favorite color. Maybe I should get more paint to make the wall red again.” Aaron grabbed my arm and began to cut it with a pocket knife while I screamed and writhed in pain and terror.