"There was a shop there, where no one went. It was a narrow place with crystal windows and a door painted gold."
And... another one! This one is a not-so-messed-up eerie story written a year ago about my worst nightmares: humanoid toys, namely dolls (but puppets can also count, I don't discriminate humanoids). I'd love to know what you think!
So yes, a new chapter added to Smallest Coffins :)