It’s over the garden wall season
~ Chapter Six ~
“Are you a spiritualist?”
“Oh, I’m more than just a spiritualist. I’m actually a seer,” The trio followed the woman to her apartment above the coffee shop, which she happened to own; as they walked through the front door, they were met with a very strong scent of sage. The room was dimly lit with dozens of candles and the walls were covered with many different tapestries and curtains. There were many shelves filled with dozens of magical objects and books. If nobody had lived in there, one could mistake it for a museum of the odd and whimsical. Amy looked around in awe. Her eyes lit up as she looked at the trinkets on each shelf
.“Really? That is so cool! I’ve always wanted to try to delve into the spiritual world myself, but I’ve limited myself to tarot cards at the moment.”







