There are some places where no one ever goes. The secret emporium was like that.

Even though, kittens glared at you with the bluebell angels eyes and with a gorgeous washed smell as you walked past. Even though, the golden humongous fidgets laid in a basket in the middle of the room. Even though, the fluffed soft pillows ready for heads to relax. Even though, a wall of new design neatly folded in place.

But no one ever entered. The doorway was too heavy and too dark. It was as if the Emporium wanted you to enter at any cost and no one ever did. No on that is until Cora.

The chapter 1 – Through the door

Cora was a very noise and her grandmother always said her nosiness would make her regret a lot of stuff. One cloudy evening, she was walking down classic lain when she noticed something was odd about the Emporium. Unexcitingly, the door was wide open and without really thinking about it, she stepped inside.

Everywhere she looked, it was packed with wonders and things that she wanted to touch. She saw a shimmering cabinets with antique dolls. A small rocking horse that creaked as it moved backwards and forwards a little shadow that rocked. Hand painted – dolls whose eyes flicked as you walked past. On a table to the distance, laded antique art supplies.

There was a shelf of wooden dinosaurs, American doll heads and fluffed animal heads, ripped off the body. Golden stars swung from the old wooden roof. To one side of the room, a shelf of colorful hats, pearls that laid in its place. Dead flies that scattered over the floor, as a spider hunted for its food.

But wat interested Cora most of all was an old leather bound book. As she turned the pages, the scroll opened from one little finger touch. And as she flipped the pages it was like a real life picture.

“I see you’ve found my scroll of marvels” whispered a voice. Cora gasped, closed the book and looked up at the owner. She was an elderly woman with bags under her eyes, like a big bruise. On her arm was an old white little monkey.