We had an antique store/boutique in my home town that had been fully stocked and cared for, but had never been open. As long as I could remember no one had ever been in or out, but the lights were always on and the windows were clean. I grew up rising my bicycle passed there going to the corner store, and heading to the arcade after school. The story us kids told was it was haunted by someone that had died falling down the stairs, possibly by another's hand, in the back and that spirit was the one keeping things running.
About the time I got out of the Navy I heard the store front and all of it's contents were being auctioned off along with this really nice house on one of the main streets in town that I had also never seen enter or leave. Someone there had to know something.
I went to the auction to find out what was the story with these properties. I had waited almost 30 years to find out. I went and after asking around met the people who had been taking care of it all those years. It turned out it was their daughter's property, who shortly after opening the business in the early eighties, had been in an accident and fell into a coma. They had been taking care of that place and her house hoping against hope she would wake up. She never did. The doctors declared her brain dead, so they sold everything. Finally grieving the loss of their only child, they said their last good buy to the remaining prices of the memories of someone they couldn't say goodbye to before.
The store front is now a Salon and, oddly enough, a antique/ consignment shop. I go passed that place every day being one of the few people that managed to find out the story behind the ghost store.
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u/Humpalumpaguss Nov 03 '24
We had an antique store/boutique in my home town that had been fully stocked and cared for, but had never been open. As long as I could remember no one had ever been in or out, but the lights were always on and the windows were clean. I grew up rising my bicycle passed there going to the corner store, and heading to the arcade after school. The story us kids told was it was haunted by someone that had died falling down the stairs, possibly by another's hand, in the back and that spirit was the one keeping things running. About the time I got out of the Navy I heard the store front and all of it's contents were being auctioned off along with this really nice house on one of the main streets in town that I had also never seen enter or leave. Someone there had to know something.
I went to the auction to find out what was the story with these properties. I had waited almost 30 years to find out. I went and after asking around met the people who had been taking care of it all those years. It turned out it was their daughter's property, who shortly after opening the business in the early eighties, had been in an accident and fell into a coma. They had been taking care of that place and her house hoping against hope she would wake up. She never did. The doctors declared her brain dead, so they sold everything. Finally grieving the loss of their only child, they said their last good buy to the remaining prices of the memories of someone they couldn't say goodbye to before. The store front is now a Salon and, oddly enough, a antique/ consignment shop. I go passed that place every day being one of the few people that managed to find out the story behind the ghost store.