I found this old journal of a Walgreen's employee at an estate sale:
Day 1: Got a new job! I'll be working at the Walgreen's on Colorado Blvd today. It isn't much, but they'll give me part-time while I finish up grad school.
Day 2: Okay, my manager and coworkers are pretty strange. Though company policy states that there must be four employees for every shift, none of them ever seem to be on the floor. It's really weird. Despite never having more than two customers at a time, no customer can ever leave the store in under fifteen minutes. Even the ones that don't get stuck behind some old woman suffering from dementia usually have to wait, like, ten minutes to get service.
Day 4: Janet mumbled something about the "unblinking eye" and walked into a wall. Everyone who works here seems really odd. Yesterday, Gabe's family came and begged him to come home. He just kept repeating "but I am home, mother."
Day 5: Hmm. I'm not digging this checkout process. I'm supposed to ask for ID twice, try to sell them a discount card, and use a credit card machine with ludicrous options that takes several minutes to navigate.
Day 13: Haven't been sleeping well. I get these dreams... all I can remember is an eye, somewhere in the heavens that never blinks.
Day 22: Horror of horrors! I went into the stockroom to see why, again, there were no employees on the salesfloor. That's when I saw... it. My co-workers were on their knees praying to it. I do not, cannot, know how long it has lived there, if indeed a thing like that can be called "alive". It spoke to me in my mind. It showed me things, things I dare not speak aloud. It hurt me.
Day 24: If you're reading this, it means my attempts to contact the authorities have failed and Bet-Sabbot has taken hold of me. Of the many mysteries revealed to me, I now know the answers to the lack of employees on the salesfloor, the long checkout process, the zombie-like cashiers, and why the horrible products no one would ever want to buy are arranged in such a haphazard way around the store. You see, the longer you are in close proximity to the creature, the greater its ability to subjugate your mind. Please, if you are weak-willed, do not shop at Walgreens! Even five or ten minutes may spell your doom!
Day 33: I no longer go to school. I live at Walgreens, the sepulcher of The Master. I do not eat or sleep - the cold flame of Bet-Sabbot's love provides me with all the sustenance I need.
Day 41: I lost another tooth today. Probably because I do not love Bet-Sabbot enough. Perhaps if I give myself to it entirely, I can make manager. Praise the three-lobed eye!
Day 58: Hi, welcome to Walgreens... I'm going to need to see some ID for those cigarettes, and again for your credit card. Oh, it looks like the machine is down again. Paper towels. Aisle six...no, eight. If you want baby oil I have some in the stockroom. Won't you follow me... follow me... to the stockroom? read more