All the rumours were just that: rumours.

The way he lights shimmered, danced in the sinister, scary shop’s window. The way the unearthly, daunting dolls sat on the luxurious, ancient piano. The way the lively, rusted cages were hung by chains dangling from the ceiling. The way the traumatising stuffed animals sat looking mesmerised.

All of a sudden there was a deafening noise.

Perhaps the rumours were true…

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