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Bella.
I was on my way home from work, but for some reason, I didn't walk my usual route. I took some kind of detour and I didn't understand why?
Especially with the looming rain clouds.
Walking through downtown Seattle, I found myself standing in front of a little antique shop. It was tucked back away from the main street and I had to wonder if they got any customers at all.
I felt drawn to the place. I wasn't interested in antiques, but something was pulling me inside.
It couldn't hurt to take a look inside Bella. Ten minutes, then you can go home.
As my hand grabbed the door handle I saw what looked like a dark shadow move from the corner of my eye. It was strange because when I turned to face it, nothing was there.
I look around; I definitely saw something.
My eyes drift back towards the door of the shop, I wanted to have a look. Ten minutes, then I would go home.
The bell on the shop door chimed as I entered, the sound echoing through the shop. It was a lovely little place with high ceilings, filled with what I presume were old antique chandeliers. The walls were lined with clocks, paintings, and majestic looking tapestries; they all looked very old.
There were antique desks, dressing tables, and bookcases, all filled with trinkets.
"How may I help you?" I turned towards the voice and saw a petite African woman, wearing a brightly colored outfit, topped with beads and feathers.
"Oh. I'm just browsing." I gave her a small smile. I couldn't tell her that I have no clue what I was doing here. I saw the shadow again from the corner of my eye, it was strange it almost looked like black smoke.
"Everyone who comes here, my child, has a purpose. You are looking for something, you just don't know what it is at the moment. Look around, take your time." She smiled a kind-like smile and disappeared down to the back of the shop.
I stood in place my eyes taking in everything, there was just so much. For some reason, I felt drawn to a large oak desk that was behind a tall bookcase. After squeezing behind the bookcase, I could see the desk had a label describing it as made in the late 1600's and that it had belonged to a clergyman.
My hands brushed over the aged wood, it was beautiful ⎯definitely not my style⎯ but for some reason, I felt like it was familiar. I opened the drawer and inside lay a large, slim wooden box. Picking it up, I admired the multiple carvings in the wood. The carvings were of pentagrams and people on their knees.
The box was locked and I couldn't see a key anywhere, so I put it down. As soon as I turned to walk in the other direction I heard a click sound from behind me.
Puzzled; I turned around to see the lid of the box had lifted. Walking slowly towards it, I felt a sense of calmness wash over me. My eyes didn't stray from the box as I approached it slowly.
Inside laid what looked like a black feather.
I was confused. Why lock a box with a feather in it? Why would I be drawn to a black feather?
"Ahhh. I guess you have found your intended." There she was again, all brightly colored and wide smiles.
"My intended?" I found it hard to pull my eyes away from the feather.
"Yes, my child. Like I explained before, everyone who enters my shop has a purpose. It is to find their intended object." This woman was crazy.
"Well, thank you. It is a lovely shop, but I really need to be on my way home now." I took a step back from the desk, my stomach flipped, but not in a good way. "I haven't found anything." I caught sight of the shadow from the corner of my eye again, but I couldn't move my eyes away from the feather.
"Pick it up dear." My hands instantly went to the feather, picking it up slowly. It was huge, as black as ink, and so very pretty. I was unable to take my eyes off of it.
"It is unknown what bird the feather came from, but the box it was stored in has been locked since ⎯My god⎯ probably since the clergyman's death. It's strange because no one has been able to open it." She looked at me and grimaced. "It is said that the clergyman lost his mind, killed his only daughter before killing himself. He was investigating Satan worship in his town. No one knows why he did it." She pauses ⎯ biting her finger, "I have the history somewhere."
"No, I'm good, I really wasn't looking to buy anything." I put the feather down and took a step back, it was hard, but I managed to pull myself further away. "It was nice to meet you." I needed to leave, but I couldn't.
The thought of leaving the feather made my stomach churn and my heart to ache. It was strange, it was like the part of me that felt familiar with it was also longing for it. I didn't understand, but I wanted to leave. I needed to leave.
The shadow in the corner of my eye moved again like billowing thick smog; every time I tried to get a better look at it, it would disappear. God, I was going crazy, I felt strange, uneasy.
Goosebumps had appeared over my arms and I felt a shiver work it's way up my spine.
"How much?" I stammered, my heart wouldn't let me leave without it, so I would have to buy it.
"Twenty dollars," I looked at her in disbelief. She had already explained it was antique.
I reached into my pocket, too wired to argue and pulled the money out, placing it on the desk. I grabbed the feather and turned, ready to bolt, when the shopkeeper grabbed the box, placing it in my arms. "Here, take the box too dear, it belongs to you also. I will send you the information on its history." I grabbed the box, putting the feather into it before clutching it to my chest.
"Thank you," as I ran out I heard her call out that she needed my details, but I couldn't stay any longer. I needed to leave.
I walked, almost run home. The box clutched tightly to my chest.
I felt like someone was with me; something was with me. My mind was confused, and I could hear strange whispers and chants. They were faint and I couldn't make out where they were coming from, but it scared the hell out of me.
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