Thrift Shop

One of hubby and I's enjoyment is visiting thrift shops or antique shops. A couple of Summers ago, I remember a thrift shop we passed by just outside Winnipeg that caught our eyes. It was the only store in the middle of the road, with a couple of empty houses nearby. It was quite big, like two cargo truck sitting out of nowhere.

Allan made a U-turn; we were so excited to find new items for our home. When he had parked the car, we noticed a few abandoned and empty vehicles within the vicinity. We searched around for other people, a sign that the shop might be open, but even at the entrance where a cash register was located was unattended.

Everything was quiet. Two silent stores filled with goodies. The only sound you can hear was the grass swaying, being blown by the wind. Not a creak, bark, or a friendly voice greeted our way in. 

Allan holler to get somebody's attention over and over but no one answered. He proceeded to check the back door calling and yelling for someone. I decided to stay put and take pictures. They have so much stuff on display, so many pretty and unique things. I just shrugged at the thought of how eerie and weird the store was. It was mid noon after all. The sun shining ever so bright it will sting your skin. What weird thing could possibly happen?

I've only taken a few photos and was about to follow Allan's footsteps when he came rushing in my direction, panting. He dragged me out of the store. I insisted to take more photos, but when I saw that he was dead serious I obliged.

He told me to go inside the car and lock my door. Without glancing back, we were on the highway again.

After a few minutes away from the store, he calmed down and told me why he had to leave the store. He said, he went to check the back door to find out if someone can assist us. Then he found the stairs leading down to some kind of basement. He said he looked around hoping he could find somebody but what he found were vintage looking clothes, and items that seemed like it was taken from dead bodies. Our thoughts were someone they've kept for a long time or kidnapped then killed. He called my name, but I was too far from him to hear him. He said he heard footsteps just above him. Realizing he left me alone upstairs, he dashed and ran upstairs, grabbed my hand and left immediately.

While I was listening to his story, I thought something was strange in the thrift shop. Something eerie but I chose to ignore it. I'm usually the first one to jump at an opportunity to roam and discover things. I guess that's why I didn't follow him when he said he was checking the back. 

I felt goosebumps at the back of my neck and arms. It kind of remind me about the movies we watch on tv, like Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I was glad we left that place alive. 

When we returned home, we took a busier highway as precautions and arrived home safe.