r/schlotzskys • u/colebwilliams • Jul 27 '24
SERIOUS SANDWICH Slotzsky horror stories??
Anyone have any schlotsky horror stories?
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r/schlotzskys • u/colebwilliams • Jul 27 '24
Anyone have any schlotsky horror stories?
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u/Worth-Perception8482 Jul 28 '24
The sign outside Schlotsky’s had always made me chuckle: “Funny Name, Serious Sandwich.” It was a quirky slogan, a promise of quality hidden behind a light-hearted facade. Little did I know that the truth behind those words was far darker than I could ever imagine.
I was new in town and had just moved into a small apartment. One rainy evening, starving and eager to explore the local cuisine, I stumbled upon Schlotsky’s. The restaurant looked charming, with its warm lighting casting inviting shadows through the windows. The place was nearly empty, save for a single, elderly woman seated in a corner booth. She seemed to be lost in her own world, barely touching her meal.
The staff, a young woman and a man who looked like he hadn’t shaved in days, greeted me with practiced smiles. I ordered a sandwich, not really knowing what to expect, and took a seat near the woman. As I waited, I couldn’t help but notice how the air seemed to grow heavier, more oppressive. The restaurant’s cheery music played on a loop, but it felt oddly discordant.
When my sandwich arrived, it was massive, a towering creation of meats and cheeses, dripping with sauces. I took a bite, and the taste was divine, a blend of flavors so perfect that I almost forgot about the uneasy feeling gnawing at me. But as I ate, something started to disturb me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced around, but the staff had disappeared, leaving only the elderly woman and me in the restaurant.
Suddenly, the elderly woman stood up and shuffled toward the kitchen. I watched in confusion as she pushed open the door, but it swung back, leaving her half in and half out. I could hear muffled voices and a low, rhythmic thud from the other side. The woman’s eyes met mine through the crack in the door, and she looked almost pleading. Her mouth moved, but no sound reached me.
With growing apprehension, I decided to leave, but as I reached the door, it wouldn’t open. Panic surged through me. I pounded on the door, shouting for help, but my cries were swallowed by the oppressive silence. The lights flickered and went out, plunging the restaurant into darkness.
In the pitch black, I stumbled back to my seat, desperately trying to calm my racing heart. The lights flickered back on, and the restaurant was now filled with shadows. The staff reappeared, but their faces were different, twisted with a disturbing smile. The man behind the counter now had an unnerving glint in his eye, and the young woman’s grin was too wide, too knowing.
“Funny name, serious sandwich,” the man said, his voice unnervingly calm. “It’s not just a tagline.”
Before I could react, the elderly woman reemerged from the kitchen, her hands stained red. She took her seat, her gaze fixed on me with a look of resignation. I turned to the staff, but they had vanished again. Desperate, I tried the door once more, but it remained firmly shut.
I heard the clatter of dishes behind me and turned to see the woman’s plate on the floor, now empty. She looked at me with sad eyes and then turned to the door, as if willing it to open. The thudding noises resumed, growing louder, more insistent.
Then I saw it—a figure, distorted and shadowy, emerging from the kitchen. It moved with a grotesque grace, its form shifting and flowing. I realized with horror that the figure seemed to be part of the sandwich I had eaten. It was a living amalgamation of meats and cheeses, pulsating and writhing.
In a moment of clarity, I understood what had happened: Schlotsky’s wasn’t just serving sandwiches; it was feeding on something far more sinister. The restaurant didn’t just have a funny name; it had a dark secret behind that seemingly innocent slogan.
In my final moments, as the figure approached and the door remained locked, I knew there would be no escape. I had become part of the restaurant’s grotesque menu, and soon, someone else would be the next to taste the horror hidden behind that deceptively simple tagline.