( * @traumantic︱prompt accepting ! ) : 7. an antique shop that smells of death and decay
they’ve been eyeing the store, crumbling brick and overtaken with ivy, lawrence had practically begged her to take them, as if they couldn’t go alone. ( it’ll be fun, c’mon j ! ) the inside of the shop is covered from wall to wall in shelves, most holding old antique dolls, some holding glass bottles or stuffed animals. the floorboards creak under the weight of living girl and dead thing as they enter, the bell ringing above their heads. the only consistency here seems to be that the entire shop and it’s items are covered in dust, as if no one had considered cleaning it in eons. they can’t tell if the smell of dried blood and rot is coming from the freshly dug suit they’re wearing, or if it’s coming from the creepy child sized doll in the corner that may or may not be a cover up for the most gruesome of murders. grin spreads across rotted features to expose pointed teeth, they move further into the shop giggling as gleefully as a five-foot dead thing can manage.. “ mama . . . . ” their voice shifts, higher in pitch, it echos through porcelain dolls, glass heads turning in unison to look at jordan, glass eyes dull and lifeless in the dim shop lighting.
" you think one of these things has an actual body in it ? like encased in glass, ‘r plaster or some shit ? ”

















