It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!
I was still too busy checking how wet I was and was still too concerned about my stuff that got soaked as well such as my wallet, my mobile phone and the papers inside my bag when suddenly an elderly woman started to appear and began walking towards me. The air suddenly felt creepy, and I began to forget about the heavy rain outside or how soaked I was.
I didn’t want her to feel that I was nervous and scared so I tried to force a sheepish smile and tried to find my voice to start a conversation when for some reason, no sound seemed to come out. My heart was pounding and my thoughts were racing as if looking for an escape.
At that moment I wished that I had a power to vanish, but there I was merely left standing and helpless. The old woman is now very close and there is no turning back. She gave a warm smile as if to comfort me that there was nothing to be afraid of. I don’t know what came over me, but at that instant I gave my trust, then my voice found its way back.
I tried to ask about the shop and told her I got there, and the conversation just went on running. She was a very nice lady after all with a very interesting shop. I promised that I would come back again next time to visit her and maybe look at the stuff, most probably with friends, but never alone again because the creeps that I felt was not with her, but with the old stuff around.