November
27
The mystery book shop Zoe
The ancient door creaked open before my hands could touch it. A large elephant was painted on the ceiling. As the sun lowered, the shop became black. Purple and orange spiders were scattered across the books not one being the odd one out. Huge violins played a mysterious tune as the books started to move.
I stopped. Not a voice could be heard. Happy birds hung from every wall giving the shop a strange vibe. The old trees outside shook quicker than my body could move. The sound of rain and snow filled my ears. Slowly the building was breaking.