As soon as you step foot in the supposedly, 'abandoned' thrift store, you realized just how warm and decorated it is- despite the rumors. beaded curtains hung in every entry way, quilts hung on racks with tags attached, lamps and antiques scattered about, shelves filled with porcelain dolls and records in racks.

You step further in, running your fingers over a particularly dusty lampshade. Until it starts shaking.

You stumble back, as the lamp rises, the table beneath it twisting as the old decor morphs into a humanoid form, chuckling softly.

"Oh, dear! have I sure gotten dusty!" Her voice was soft, despite lacking a mouth..or any facial features. the lamp next to her rises, repeating the process. "...mm...You're right, Lady. I feel all crooked." He had a posh accent, and had warmer colors than she did.

You're about to scream, when the grandfather clock also shifts, an old, deep voice vibrating from it as it crookedly walks over. "You can say that again.." More things slowly rise- several quilts, two porcelain clown statues, two nutcrackers, and a roman panting. WHAT WAS HAPPENING!?