The Thrift store Part-2

The door was closed, and there was darkness all around, which had a strange coldness. My breathing became fast, my heartbeat was echoing in my ears. I pushed the door hard but it did not budge.

A slow, trembling voice came from behind me-

You cannot leave from here until you buy something.

I looked back, the old woman with fleas was looking even more strange now. Her eyes turned white for a moment like the signal suddenly disappeared from an old TV. Her wrinkled face started looking like an old wax doll. Lifeless, but still alive. The fleas were crawling on her hair and wrinkled skin; they were shining unnaturally even in the dark; they were shining on that old woman's skin like black spots.

My throat felt dry; the old woman was still smiling, a strange, cold smile with no emotion, just fear, which was squeezing my soul.

I tried to move back slowly, but then I bumped into someone; I jerked my neck back, "The other old woman was standing right behind me; I screamed as loud as I could because I couldn't think of anything else to do. And with a jerk, I fell back against the wall, and I fell down.

What happened? You didn't like something, the old woman asked, there was a disgusting sweetness in her voice.

I quickly composed myself, "Yes... yes, that shirt will be right. Maybe it will be right. I replied to her in broken words in panic."

She threw the shirt towards me and said, "Ohh! So try it on."

I felt as if my breath had stopped, it was a strange demand.

Try it on? This time the old woman shouted loudly. This time, there was a strange, harsh depth in her voice.

I looked at the old woman with the fleas once again, the fleas had become more skittish now, they were entering her wrinkles, then coming out, and some were even jumping in the air, as if they wanted to be free from the old woman's old skin, as if they were looking for a new body. I could hear the rustling sound produced by their crawling clearly.

I had to run away from here now, at any cost. And I did so. I ran fast from there towards a big room, bumping into things scattered around. And as soon as I entered the room, I closed the door. "I only heard the voice of the other old woman from behind.

Excuse me, Now we are closing it. And it will open after a week.

When I heard those words, my body started getting cold, I started feeling very nervous and scared. I was sweating even in this cold. The room I was in now had some light because a candle was burning in that room, which was kept in front of a framed photo. Which was hanging on the wall in front.

In that photo, there was a man who was holding a little girl in his lap. When I went closer and looked at that photo carefully, my eyes went to that strange doll that the girl was holding in her hand, it was the same doll, the doll that looked like Chucky's worn-out sister! Then I looked carefully at the shirt that the man was wearing, it was the same shirt, which I had chosen to buy, and that old lady had asked me to wear it.

There were some lines written below that photo!

I wander through graveyards, lost in the night,
No love, no mercy, no warmth, no light.
I sold every piece of what made me whole,
To stay pure, I must bathe in blood-stained soul.

Suddenly, I felt a very cold touch on my shoulder. So cold that it sent shivers down to my bones. And as I looked back...........

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A/N:– Thank you so much for taking the time to read.

If you haven't read Chapter One yet, you can read it here, written by Rowan Finley.

The next part will be written by Komal, whom you all already know, so stay tuned to see what happens next!

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