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We walked into the store, my father, two others, and myself. It was large, seemingly too large. Pedestals stood scattered around between the towering shelves. All space was filled with strange devices and trinkets, like some kind of science fiction antique shop. We were followed though, by the store owner, a half-spider.
Everyone wore face wraps; if she sees a man’s face she must eat them. My father, however, refused to wear his wrap. As we walked I watched from the corner of my vision as my father was pulled backwards away from our group. Her shadow laid overtop of us, making everything visible on the floor in front of us.
We watched her shadow as she lifted him into the air, and in one fatal move bit into his face—dropping his lifeless body as her head pulled away. We continue walking through the store.