Novel: Occult adventure
Well when I finally saw the shop, all that giddiness from heading there fell away into a black hole of ennui. You have no idea how anti-climatic it was. It was like opening a ten-year-old time capsule addressed directly to you only to find a handwritten note reading “Just kidding.” Not even empty, because that would be symbolic of something, of some emotion communicated over to you. No, this was disappointment of the highest order.
It looked like an antique shop. Green sign announcing “Antique Shop,” embossed metal and a relic itself. Teacups and spoons and baskets and lamps and ceramic angels clustered in the windows. I sneered at it through my binoculars from out a third-story window across and down the street.
“Is it in there?” I asked.
“Probably,” Sam said. “Is that killing you?”