“You know what? This is stupid, I don’t really care that much. Let’s just go.”

“We’re here now and you’re doing this. You need some advice.,” Carter grabs my arm in exasperation and pulls me up the weathered steps and in through the door. The air smells faintly of incense and dust.

I look around and see piles of books and pillows spread over the throw rugs covering the floor.

“See, no one’s even here,” I say as I start turning back towards the door, “Let’s go!”

“Hello?” a faint voice calls from the back of the store. An older lady, about half as tall as I am walks through a curtain into the front of the room, stepping lightly. “Can I help you?”

“Actually we were just leaving,” I say, grabbing Carter and at the same time making for the door. He pulls back, smiling at the women.

“Actually, Michael here has sometime he needs to know, don’t you?”

“Well umm….yeah.”

The lady looks curiously with large eyes, “Go on.”

“Well…I think I may have sold my soul to the devil.”