Something didn't feel right. Of course, you were the last one working at the thrift store. It was late and dark. Just you and the ticking clock as you waited to clock out of your shift, but the atmosphere was off. The air felt stiff and thick. You heard the bell on the door chime, but on the cameras, no one was there. Curious, you went to the front of the store, and found a black, smoky mist, a tall figure standing in the entrance of the store He turned to you, his eyes flashing red and backing away from you.

"This isn't the underworld. What's your name mortal? And what is this little.." His eyes look around and his hand waves dramatically in disgust. "..Tacky shop..?"