[ The bookstore gives off major creepy vibes. Eliot tries not to pay too much attention to it whenever he has to go by it, or he goes out of his way to avoid it all together. There's just something odd about it, which, in this town, is saying an awful lot.
Still. It's either the bookstore or the library if someone wants books, and the name slapped on the shop brings Eliot a small degree of comfort. Who knows, he wonders, maybe it's even the Benedict he knows. Somehow. Or maybe it's a haunted AF bookstore and Eliot's stepping into something bad.
But for all the activity that can be seen outside, the shop is eerily quiet. He steps through, kicking up dust as he walks, and he thinks he hears something soft in an adjoining room. Trying to wedge the door open is more trouble than it's worth. Eliot, luckily, is slight enough that it doesn't need to open far for him to slip inside. ]
bodies without souls
Still. It's either the bookstore or the library if someone wants books, and the name slapped on the shop brings Eliot a small degree of comfort. Who knows, he wonders, maybe it's even the Benedict he knows. Somehow. Or maybe it's a haunted AF bookstore and Eliot's stepping into something bad.
But for all the activity that can be seen outside, the shop is eerily quiet. He steps through, kicking up dust as he walks, and he thinks he hears something soft in an adjoining room. Trying to wedge the door open is more trouble than it's worth. Eliot, luckily, is slight enough that it doesn't need to open far for him to slip inside. ]
Oh. You're not a ghost, are you?