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A young woman, Samantha, her name was, had just finished setting up shop in an alley in New Orleans. She had long brown hair and green eyes. It was an herb and tea shop but it was also her home. She was sitting at a table, drinking a cup of tea. When she had finished, she looked at the leaves in the bottom of the cup. That was the third thing she did in her shop, read tea leaves. When she was younger she had always loved looking for pictures in the tea. It wasn't until she was older did she learn that they had a meaning. Having no other real talents, she had moved to New Orleans and set up shop, telling fortunes and selling herbs. She sighed and poured herself some more tea. It was time to wait and see how business would be.
Break
For the first two weeks business had been better than Samantha had thought. There was something odd though. She had noticed nearly all her costumers had come looking to have there fortunes read and very few of them bought any tea or herbs.
Samantha was returning back to her shop with some groceries in hand. Night had fallen and she didn't like being in the alley after dark. She hurried to the door of her shop and reached into her pocket for the key, before she could unlock the door, it swung slowly open on it's own. Samantha swallowed.
I thought I locked it, she thought to herself. A shiver running down her back, she entered the building. She walked into the darkness, thankful that she had memorized the layout of the place. She placed the bags down and prepared to go to bed. Before she could, the lights flickered on. Her heart pounding in her chest, Samantha spun around. Standing behind her was a man, tall and lean, wearing black pants with a matching coat and a purple vest. On his head was a black top hat with a purple feather and a skull on it. Samantha backed away from him, the table digging into her back. She had heard about him when she first moved here. The Shadowman. He smiled and walked towards her.
"Hello," he said smoothly.
Uh-Oh. That can't be good.
