The other day I decided to stop at an antique shop that I’ve been driving past a lot lately and check it out. Poking around old antique shops is one of my comfort hobbies, and has been one of the things I’ve missed most during the pandemic. On this particular day I *really* needed the happy brain chemical hit, so it seemed like a good time to grab a mask and wander in.
It was a nice little place. Small, well-lit and clearly well-dusted, filled with mostly beautiful old furniture and dishware, an unusual number of handmade witch dolls, and now that I think of it, a somewhat disturbing quantity of taxidermy. Like, really. I don’t know why that didn’t occur to me before. It’s strange to realize just how very much the entire perimeter, near the ceiling line, was entirely lined by dozens upon dozens of taxidermied animal heads, and that it really didn’t register as anything particularly odd at the time… Huh.
So that’s a thing, I guess?
Anyway, I was wandering around, looking at well-maintained writing desks, hutches, dining sets, and all that, when I turned a corner and came nearly eye to baleful eye with the most ragged and moth-eaten stuffed rabbit I have ever seen. I stopped dead in my tracks and blurted out “That is the MOST cursed looking thing I have ever seen in my life!” to the old guy who ran the place, who was sitting on a bench nearby. He laughed, and agreed. I took a photo of it, because holy cats.
There’s only the one eye. The other one is gone, probably sacrificed in exchange for some nefarious purposes.
Being me, I posted it on social media when I got home, and I have to say, I am deeply amused at the reactions to that thing. It was a 50/50 split of “I NEED A YOUNG PRIEST AND AN OLD PRIEST!” and “Awwww, someone loved that bunny so much!”
There are two kinds of people. Only one of them makes it out of the horror movie.
Which one are you?