Madame Marie's Witchcraft Emporium

Madame Marie's Witchcraft Emporium

 

The shop was covered in deep maroon brick and was sneakily shoved between a local donut shop and a newly renovated Walgreens. The shop’s dusty red window curtains and the way it is setback created a dramatic look along Furthermore avenue. We don’t know when the shop appeared or how long it has been here but its mysterious charm lured us in. Written on the two large windows on each side of the door, in chalky white text, “Madame Marie's Witchcraft Emporium.” Both of us stopped in an anxious stance, wondering if we should enter. 

Ryan and I were quickly born into friendship since both of our moms have literally known each other since the light bulb was invented. We both just started 8th grade and this is the first time since the year started that we’ve had a chance to hangout. 

Ryan led us in with her unusually high but admirable confidence. Sunlight occupied the space, you could see its golden hour by the way it made everything feel warm. The shop was small, but it was deep. In the front, there were rows of antiques, from mahogany desks to weird looking craft stations. As we made our way in, maneuvering around each item as to not break anything, we saw at the end of the narrow path in the center of the store was another antique desk that covered the entirety of the back wall. 

Ryan quickly shouted, “Hello! Anyone in this place?”, while I just stood and stared, wondering who would collect all this junk.

 A little old lady appeared out of the bright red door behind the desk. She said in a suspiciously joyful voice, “Oh hello kids, what brings you in this evening?”. 

“We just wanted to check out what’s going on”, I said while staring at the shelves of collectible jars behind her short black hair. 

“Is there anything you’re particularly interested in?” she murmurs.

Both of us not noticing her inquiry.

The assumed sweet old lady begins to laugh. We both quickly jolt our heads to see what’s going on. “She’s, she’s, she’s laughing at us…” I whisper to Ryan in a worried panic. 

Without arguing we both hurry to the exit. But we never reached it. The shop seems to be falling back, the door looks as if its miles away. Wait. Somethings wrong. The laughing stopped, and we started to slow down. Breathing heavily, I turn around to see whats going on. The old lady is gone. “Ryan! Ryan! She’s gone, the lady’s gone!” I say but she doesn’t reply. In fear of what I might see, I turn around. She’s gone. Ryan’s gone. I begin to panic and I start screaming, “What did you! Give her back!”. Everything seems to fade, I’m starting to faint.

I wake up on the floor of my bedroom, it looks as if it’s midnight. My head feels like I’m wearing a crown of leeches and the light from outside my door seems almost unbearable. I start to feel a vibration on my thigh, my phones buzzing. There’s a message from Ryan, quickly, I unlock my phone. Highlighted in an ocean-blue bubble, it reads, “You’ll never find her”.

  • Class of 2021
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