What better way to kick off a month of horror than with a trip to the antique store? As everyone knows, while placid on the outside, these places contain dolls that will wake up in the middle of the night to steal your soul, cursed Native American relics and artifacts that will hypnotize your family into committing unspeakable acts of horror. It was only at great personal risk to my very soul that I was able to take the following crappy phone pictures to share with you, the reading public:
Wow. that lobster/Georgia O'Keefe flower ashtray is making me feel a little funny. Is it hot in here?
I think Tricky Dick's eyes are following me.
Nothing bad can happen to us in here if we just concentrate on the beautiful, delicious ham.
RUN! JUST RUN!