(ORIGINAL)Short horror stories.

That's Expensive!

Working at an antique store is pretty boring. Old people come in, younger ones browse, and they all complain about how  expensive the stuff is. Well yeah lady the shit's expensive because a antique grandfather clock don't cost 30 bucks. Anyways one day some crazy dude walks in with a bag. It's like a...a black bag that was the size of his leg and was chunky all over. So the guy is looking around at some dusty old piano and looks at the price tag. He then stomps over to me—at the desk of course and he's all angry and such and he says to me, "Hey isn't 2 grand a lil too much for a piano that probably doesn't even work?" The man is breathing all heavy and looks like he gonna yell at me so I try to cool him down. Bad decision to say "Sorry bud everything costs an arm and leg here." Cuz next thing y'know he slams his bag on the counter and throws body parts at me. Man you should've seen me knock the psychopath down and run outta that stupid shop. I called the police once I was a safe distance away and they came back to investigate, turns out he left an arm belonging to a woman who had three kids, and he left a leg belonging to a lonely man who lived with his wife and three cats. I work at Walmart now.