As Jack signed his name, the store seemed to shift and change around him once more. The shelves seemed to close in, and the air grew thick with an eerie, pulsating energy.
The proprietor nodded, and with a flourish, he produced a small, ornate box from behind the counter. "Please sign the register," he said, handing Jack a quill pen. ripper store register
Jack was taken aback by the strange greeting, but he was also intrigued. "I'm just browsing," he said, trying to sound casual. As Jack signed his name, the store seemed