aenariasbookshelf:

its-witching-hour:

I 100% think that if you went inside, you would walk into a normal sized one. It would be seemingly normal, with everyday employees and shoppers. And you’d wander around and almost forget the weird beginning of this adventure, buy a DVD, and then step back out into this field.

#don’t go into the target carol ann  #this is the entrance to a fairy mound  #you go in and it is indeed a super store  #but the deeper you go
#following the red path#the stranger things get
  #a beautiful woman pushes a red cart with a baby in  #it’s only out of the corner of your eye that the baby has blue skin and very long ears   #an old man shuffles past muttering to himself dressed in clothes three decades out of date #there are employees dressed in red shirts with knife blade smiles and black eyes without a trace of white #a woman in a hijab warns you not to sign up for a credit card  #or eat any of the free samples in the grocery section  #every seventh isle leads to a starbucks 
#you think it’s the same one but there is something not quite right  #maybe it’s the barista with eyes big as saucers  #and green vines weaving in and out of his skin  #the stationary aisle has more pens and notebooks than you have ever seen #every item you pick up has a red clearance sticker on it #children are picking out crayons a few steps away  #but they aren’t quite children  #their skin doesn’t quite look right  #like ill fitting coats #their faces look innocent enough #but their teeth are sharp like jagged mountains  #and their fingers have too many joints #music drifts from every corner #soft and sweet as pie #sharp and loud
#with a beat to get toes tapping and hearts beating (via @typhoidmeri)