The Store

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It was just a normal day....

I was malling with my friends...

you know teens this days would never leave one store undiscovered...

As evening approaches we all waved our good byes.... I walked on my way home since I lived nearby... Then suddenly... an old woman appeared infront of me and offered me a cupon

she was wearing a very unussual outfit for work, a black dress and what was shocking was she did not wear any footwear....

So to avoid such inccident I took the cupon and walked away... as I was reading the cupon I realized that I havent entered this store before, Odios..... what a weird name...

That night I could not stop thinking about that old lady and that store...

So as I woke up I hurridly got up and searched for that store...

Finally after an hour of searching I found it... at the door you could actually see the contents of the store... some toy eyes in a jar and some fake teeth...

my face turned like I was eating something sour....

I actually didnt want to go but because of our rule that no store should be left undiscovered....

I was on my way to the entrance... the door opened by itself, the store was full of all kinds of junk...

but there was one junk that caught my eye... a white music box...

I opened it and it still works... so without hesitation I headed to the counter... shocking as I was... the old lady was the cashier... she smiled at me and gave me my reciept....

At night as I lay on my bend... ready to close my eyes... the music box played on its own...

I looked to see who played it... my eyes enlarged and saw the old woman... smiling at me... I screamed on the top of my lungs....

then I woke up... in the mall my friends looked at me with curiosity...

I kept on asking my self... was that a dream or was that real...

As I got home... my mom cried and said that my mentally sick grandmother which I didnt know that I had, just died yesterday...  she showed me a picture, I was shocked because that old woman looked exactly like my grandmother and on the back of the picture was her name... Elizabeth Odious last memory...

Odious  that was the name of the store... I ran upstairs and rushed over my mothers bedroom and saw the music box....

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