The store was quiet, as it usually was these days. There just didn't seem to be much of a market for magick these days. Most of the customers were the occasional Goth kids that were 'getting into Satan' to piss off their parents or teenagers looking for a 'love potion.' Faith shook her head, thinking that maybe it was time to close the store for good. She didn't have any steady business and only a few 'client.' As the owner and proprietor of 'Keep the Faith Magick Shop,' she had to make the decision. At least she was the only one she had to worry about, having her last employee go two weeks before. She was about to close early, at least for the day, when her cellphone rang, disturbing the silence and making her jump. She grabbed the phone from under the counter and looked at the Caller ID,
