The Thrift Store - Part 1

It was a Saturday and I thought that it would be fun to go thrifting! I had gone to three different thrift stores in the local area. Just for kicks and giggles, I decided to take a few pictures of some of the goofy things I saw.

Having a blast, I made it to the fourth thrift store. This particular thrift store stood out a little bit more than the others. I parked in the parking lot, got out and saw two older ladies on the sidewalk sitting near the entrance of the thrift store.

I didn’t really think that the ladies were connected or associated with the thrift store necessarily. I went to the front entrance and opened the door. As soon as I open the door, one step in, I was overwhelmed by stacks of things from the floor to the ceiling. It was like a tunnel, walking through it all.

Talking aloud to myself...

"They really got their space worth here outta' this building… looks like hoarders central in here!"

I made it to the end of the first room. I was trying to find a lightly used leather jacket. Seeing a few relatively nice leather jackets, with minimal damage, I noticed the prices.

"$50! Woah... yeah, too much, man!"

I carried on, walking into the next room of the thrift store. I saw the bathroom, but there was so many piles of items in front of the door, there was no way anybody could make it to that bathroom!

"Good thing I don't need to pee, not getting in there!"

Suddenly, I saw a very bedraggled doll that really gave me a jolt.

"This doll looks like Chucky's worn-out sister!"

She was seriously the thing of nightmares! I shivered.

"Why on earth are they keeping all this stuff? Nobody’s gonna' buy this!"

Startled, one of the older women who was outside, appeared behind me.

"Just let me know if you have any questions…"

I turned around to face her; I was still giggling from looking at the scary doll. Thinking to myself...

I have lots of questions... but probably none I should ask aloud.

She continued...

“I’m only open once a week… Because I’m trying to spend as much time with my mother... she's in her nineties."

In my head, I thought that this woman herself looked to be ninety, but that couldn't be the case because her mother was that age! I could only imagine what her mother looked like! It was getting stranger and stranger by the moment...

I walked through an aisle of men’s clothes and found a shirt that I kind of liked.

"I think I might buy this..."

The woman behind me just kept following behind me.

I continued walking through the tunnel of clothes, where at certain points, I had to turn sideways in order to get through the racks of clothes.

From behind, she said she asked...

"Are you a runner?

I responded with,

"Not really..."

"Oh, I noticed you have muscular calf muscles!"

My eyes widened, feeling more uncomfortable with every passing moment. I made it to the final room of the thrift store where there was a lot of smaller knickknacks and bobble heads.

All of the sudden, I noticed the other woman that had been out at the front of the thrift store appeared. She almost blended in with all the bobbleheads. Apparently, she’d come in from the other door .

I looked behind me and shuddered because I noticed the first woman had a few fleas that were crawling around toward the side of her hairline.

Cringing, I looked at what I was hoping was the exit door.

I asked...

"Is that the exit door?"

"You can’t leave until you buy something…"

Creepy.....

This place is pure nuts!

I looked at the other woman with the fleas.

"Do you take credit cards?"

I was still holding the shirt that didn't look as appealing for some reason.

The woman responded with,

"Unfortunately, don't take cards, just cash only...

How on earth am I gonna get out of here? I looked down at the shirt I was still holding in my arms and handed it to her, saying,

"Well, in that case, I’ll have to go to the bank and get some cash and then maybe I’ll come back soon..."

The lights flickered erratically and then the electricity went completely out.

One of the women sighed and said,

"Uhhhgg. Not again..."

I froze. Freaking out, I rushed to the exit door, but it was locked.

"Uhhhh... I gotta go now! Why is the door locked???!!!"

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Author’s Note:

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