He didn’t know why he stepped into the shabby bookstore. It was filthy and jammed with moldering books all the way to its water stained ceiling. Some inescapable need forced his hand to push the door open.
The door clicked behind him. A gentle breeze, seemingly from nowhere, swirled around him.
Lying in the corner, forgotten and ignored, a book moved on its own. Pages fluttered, then blinding light erupted from the pages.
“Welcome Master,” the unearthly voice boomed through the shop.