Undertaker's Parlor
Talia’s POV**Time skip to Undertaker’s Shop**
We had finally found our way through London to the Undertaker’s shop. I looked at Summer, and she gave me a firm nod.
We were here on business.
We had to find ourselves jobs and a place to stay in this world.
I squared my shoulders and pushed the door open. It was dark inside, and the walls and floors were covered with a variety of coffins. I shivered. This place was much freakier when I saw it with my own two eyes.
I glanced at Summer to see what she thought of it. I couldn’t see her! She was gone!
I finally spotted her walking towards the Undertaker’s coffin.
She was going to knock.
I sighed, and seated myself on a coffin next to me.
Summer’s POV
I purposefully strode forward, determined to get the Undertaker out of his hiding spot.
Once I reached the usual coffin, I knocked three times and called out, “I know you’re in there, Undertaker! We have business to discuss!” I paused for an answer. When none came forth, I got an irk mark and told a possibly self-harming lie. “We brought jokes...” I sang.
The coffin slid open, and he looked at me, giving his signature creepy smile. “Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?”
Join Qfeast to read the entire story!
Sign In. It is absolutely free!
