The moment she entered the antique shop she knew something wasn’t… wasn’t quite right.
She had often walked through the narrow passage that brought her here and would swear it had never been here before. It was only her love of books that stopped her from turning around and leaving. Besides, this dingy, little shop with its walls crammed with old editions had intrigued her when peering through the dirty front window. She stood inside for a moment, breathing in the age of the place. She could see nothing but books. Nobody seemed to be in attendance. There was something unnerving about it. Shrugging off the foreboding atmosphere, she began to stroll along the nearest shelf, reading titles. One instantly caught her eye. The spine, although obviously very old, was her favourite shade of purple and had the strange title of ‘Her Book”.
She slid it out, caressing the cover and sniffing it. There was something special about it. Opening it, she looked inside expecting a price to be pencilled there, but there was nothing. She looked around again, but found she was still alone. She turned to the first page and read, Chapter One. The moment she entered the antique shop she knew something wasn’t… wasn’t quite right.
Without hesitation, she quickly closed the book and left!