He turned and walked toward the back to investigate the sound but saw no one.  It was strange but he felt as if someone were following him even here her heard the soft shuffling of petite footsteps.  He turned but saw nothing and his brow furrowed.  "What the hell?" he asked softly and shook his head.  He must be going crazy that was the only explanation.<br/><br/>He walked through the store looking for the keeper so he would know that he was not alone.  He knew it was silly but this place almost felt...haunted.  "Who are you? Are you looking for an antique?" The voice, soft and feminine, came from back behind a bookshelf and he opened his mouth to answer in relief rounding the corner to see who was there and finding no one.  A shiver ran up his spine and he swallowed the words he had been about to say.  Something was going on...but what?<br/><br/>"Not funny," he muttered under his breath rubbing his arms as he continued to search the place his body suddenly feeling as if it had been wrapped in a thin sheet of ice.  He heard the soft shift of something as it fell and he turned again almost swearing he saw a vase being set the last inch or so down on a table as if someone had caught it and they were putting it back.  He blinked a few times to check his eyes and looked again.  The base of the base was black...it must have blended with the shadows and his over active imagination was playing tricks on him.<br/><br/>"Are you cold?" It was the same voice as before only this time is seemed as if it was coming from the back room he moved toward it cautiously looking around in the dim light until he saw an eye and jumped.  He clutched at his chest for a moment even though his heart was now somewhere in the vicinity of his Adam's Apple.<br/><br/>"You scared me," he admitted shaking his head. "was it you that whole time walking behind me?...I was beginning to think this place had spooks." He smiled a little moving closer in her direction Reaching for the curtain.