Gina was squinting hard to see through the rain when something caught her eye. She slammed on the brakes and took a hard left into the empty parking lot. Her eyes had not deceived her: Jobo’s Magic Shop was open.
The store was a running joke in the town; Jobo’s had been established before anyone could remember, but was never open. If Jobo existed, no one had ever met him.
“What the hell?” Gain ran through the downpour and yanked open the door. “Hello?” She called.
“Welcome to Jobo’s Magic Shop.” A man appeared, and raised an eyebrow. “I… am Jobo.”
“You’re actually open!”
“Oh we’ve always been open…” Jobo smiled wanly. “For those who have crossed over to our realm.”
Gina heard sirens. She looked outside and saw her car was still out in the street. It was a twisted wreck, with a lifeless woman slumped over the wheel.


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