Go to the store's owners.

Panicked, Lauren unlocked the door and tried to run from the room only to discover that she was unable to run. She could only walk with slow and gracious steps, no faster then a stroll in the park. After a few minutes of walking, she reached the front desk where the old man was now packing the chess board, with a very lost in his own thoughts.

As Lauren's fear and dread only increased by the minute, she reached the front desk and slammed her hand on the hardwood board, unable to speak. Fear, panic, agony and ire, all ran hot through Lauren's soul, yet her face was completely emotionless, like that of a beautiful, soulless doll. The woman slowly turned around to look at Lauren with a very calm and nonchalant look on her face.

"Oh dear, you need to calm down." said the woman with a slight hint of concern in her voice. "Here, take a sit. How may I help you?"

In a hurry, Lauren picked up a pen and wrote something down on a discarded recipe from the flood. She threw the recipe to the woman who picked it up and read it. On the recipe it said "What happening to me? Please help."

"It's the costume, miss. As far as I remember the tag from the costume was lost some time ago. It used to read "voodoo doll". I realized it must have startled you a bit..."

Before the woman could finish her sentence, Lauren wrote her again. "Please, let me go. Take it off, please." the note read.

"Miss, I have already told you about the authenticity... I'm afraid I can't help you now. The costume will only come off at the behest of the owner, and only if the owner is at peace with herself."

Lauren wrote another message, this time faster and more **** then before. Handing the woman the message, it read "Please, please, you're the owner of this, help me take it off. I don't want it, please."

"Oh, I'm afraid I'm not the owner miss. The costume has no owner right now. However, if you were to purchase it..." her voice trailed off mischievously.

Lauren began walking back to the dressing room to pick up her purse and her old clothes. She put the clothes in a bag, and with her wallet in one hand walked towards the register where the man was now waiting for her. She extended a 20$ bill to the man, who looked at her in disappointment.

"It's 50$, the costume that is, and with that price my wife will even teach you how to use it properly." he said with a tired expression on his face.

Lauren handed him a 50$ bill while he marked her purchase.

"So" the man begun speaking, " should I call my wife to give you the brief of the costume?"