The Artefact Obsession
I moved into a new apartment with my roommate, James, weeks ago. James was a design student, so he was decorating the place. He had an obsession with ancient artefacts, which was why he was broke half the time. It all started last week when we were on our way back from having dinner at a restaurant. We passed by this tiny antique store that we had never seen before. The place had to have been there for ages. James, with the obsession, got excited and dragged me into the store. Inside the stores were rows and rows of old books and rare artefacts. Our eyes were drawn towards a dusty statue on the top of a shelf. My eyes couldn’t resist, I picked up the statue. Turning it over in my hand before placing it back on the shelf. I couldn't explain it, but it gave me the creeps. The whole store was giving off bad vibes. I looked around some more before deciding not to buy anything. James, on the other hand, grabbed that statue. He paid, and we left. He put it on the TV stand next to the TV in the apartment.