Clementine:
I took a deep breath and then pushed the door open to the antique shop.
The minute I stepped inside, I held my breath. The air was still and cold, as if no life had ever existed here.
A thin layer of dust covered the shelves. I was glad I was holding my breath because I did not want to breathe in this dusty air.
As I moved toward my left, I heard the wood creak beneath my boots.
Chandeliers hung from different corners, but the one in the middle caught my attention.
It was beautiful, but all the candles were unlit. I began to notice smoke forming in the distance.
Some drifted on the ceiling and some slid down the walls.
They moved toward me, but I kept my lips pressed tightly and forced myself not to breathe in.
I noticed the difference. Ian was right. They did not immediately rush at me.
They lingered around, waiting for me to make a mistake.
I kept moving to the left. I noticed the old clocks, bronze statues, and vases with chipped rims.
