Leah turned to look at her, eyebrows raised. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face, trying to get her messy ponytail back in place. "I’m sorry? What was that about my head and…. Just what did you say?"
The old place gots a mind of it’s own from time to time— ” More like every once in the while the two ghosts that called the shop there home would become mischievous and chose to raise a little cain (wreak some havoc) on the patrons of shop.
Leah raised her eyebrows and looked around. Whatever this place was, it definitely shook her curiosity awake. She had a feeling there was something hidden here, and she wasn't about to just forget about it and move on. Leah Ratliff officially found something new to write about, meaning she wouldn't back down now.











