Agatha’s Aberrant Antiques has been a staple in our town for decades. Honestly it’s one of the only places left that hasn’t been bought out by some big corporation. Agatha’s has always drawn me in; when you walk in it’s like the coldest, mothball invested hug. With it being a local shop I always do my best to support it and purchase something unique to spruce up my space; from small crystal balls to taxidermied critters. I’m currently going for a real cottage core witch vibe and Agatha’s has been a massive help. When I walked in today I was greeted with the gelid stare of the shop keep, Agatha Duch, who proceeded to pull out all of her newest finds. We’ve come to find a routine for when I visit. As I began sorting through everything I discovered a ghastly bony finger, which has to be fake because that would lead to so many legal issues if it wasn’t, something about it called to me and I had to have it. Agatha must really be starting to like me because she practically threw it at me and shoved me out of the store. It wasn’t long before I started hearing the whispers, I had nearly gotten home when I was having a full blown conversation with this new voice in my head. He said his name was William ll de Soules, the brash accent was surprising if not entertaining. He wouldn’t stop raving about some redcap he had to get. Which I can understand I am a bit of a hat person myself. What really took me off guard though was as the night went on he became more and more real or maybe I was becoming more like him. I’m not the best at accents but Scottish brogue was spot on as I was having conversations with myself in the mirror. Except after a while I wasn’t having them in the mirror, I was in the mirror having them with myself. Which is beyond trippy to see. Lowkey, I was more aggravated when my body turned and walked away from me spoutting on and on about some goblin king, because that’s just rude to do mid conversation. Anyways, that’s how I ended up here in the afterlife.