The shopkeeper and she is pissed.

Looking up as you wake up to the crash of lightning outside you see floating about 2 feet off the ground is the shopkeeper, but now she is wearing what you can only describe as some sort of wedding dress that is all black. Peaking out from underneath is a pair of black chunky heel shoes or boots at least 7” high, as all you can see is the heel and her pretty toes with black nail polish. Her fingers have been done as well and she wears dark Goth makeup.

“WHEN MY DOLLS CHOOSE SOMEONE THEY CAN NOT SAY NO!!!” She says in a voice that booms far beyond normal. “NOW IF YOU WILL NOT HAVE THEM, THEN THEY WILL HAVE YOU!!!”

“What you are crazy, what is going on.”

“YOU WILL NOT SPEAK!!! YOU WILL FACE EACH OF MY DOLLS IN A TEST AND IF YOU DO NOT PASS THEN THE DOLL YOU LOOSE TO WILL OWN YOU FOREVER!!!” Then she begins chanting in some language that sounds like either something out of a movie or something far older. As she chants you realize you have become stiff as a board and cannot move. You see a swirling light above her head and as her voice raises to its fullest, overwhelming the entire room everything goes suddenly black and you are no longer in your bed. You have somehow been transported somewhere else. As you look around you see walking to you is one of the dolls, fully alive and grinning like the Cheshire cat.