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"Cat-Lady"
Dec. 20th, 2005 03:53 pmIt's time, once again, for another Kevin/Cormac story!
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andrastelovesu tells me that there's a new occult shop in Bakersfield. Now, I'm not pagan (despite many rumors to the contrary) but my best friend, her siblings, and quite a few of my SCA friends are, and I'm always interested to see how an occult store disguises itself to survive in a town like Bakersfield, so I decided to go with her to check it out.
As we're walking past the window of the shop, "Hearth and Heart," I notice something is very, very wrong. For starters, there is an altar in the window. It has been used, recently, and not cleaned (ash, herbs and whatnot about). Secondly, there's a definite lack of products visible in the window, or anywhere in the stores. Third, no one was tending the store. We get to the door, where there's an "out to lunch" sign, but someone pops his head out from the back and motions us in. Not three steps into the store, and the owner of the store walks out: Tricia Milligan, aka The Cat Lady.
( Oh yes, there's backstory. ) The comfort level in the place, already unsettling, dropped to the point that my sub-conscious was envisioning blood dripping down the walls as a voice screamed "GET OUT! GET OUT!"andrasstelovesu did her best to keep from laughing; she's usually somewhere close by in my best stories, and could tell that this would be yet another one. We stayed for five minutes, then hurredly left.
I feel unclean. So unclean.
andrastelovesu tells me that there's a new occult shop in Bakersfield. Now, I'm not pagan (despite many rumors to the contrary) but my best friend, her siblings, and quite a few of my SCA friends are, and I'm always interested to see how an occult store disguises itself to survive in a town like Bakersfield, so I decided to go with her to check it out.As we're walking past the window of the shop, "Hearth and Heart," I notice something is very, very wrong. For starters, there is an altar in the window. It has been used, recently, and not cleaned (ash, herbs and whatnot about). Secondly, there's a definite lack of products visible in the window, or anywhere in the stores. Third, no one was tending the store. We get to the door, where there's an "out to lunch" sign, but someone pops his head out from the back and motions us in. Not three steps into the store, and the owner of the store walks out: Tricia Milligan, aka The Cat Lady.
( Oh yes, there's backstory. ) The comfort level in the place, already unsettling, dropped to the point that my sub-conscious was envisioning blood dripping down the walls as a voice screamed "GET OUT! GET OUT!"
andrasstelovesu did her best to keep from laughing; she's usually somewhere close by in my best stories, and could tell that this would be yet another one. We stayed for five minutes, then hurredly left.I feel unclean. So unclean.
