Halloween at Flights of Fantasy
Jacob has started the work day the same way since he opened the store, and would continue to do so until the day he dies, he hoped. He unlocked the back door, turned on the first set of lights, closed the back door, and walked to the front. As he walked past rows of comic books and gaming supplements, he touched the third stack of books from the end. He didn't know why he did it, hell, the title that was there when he started wasn't even printed any more, but that's what he always did and his day just didn't feel right if he didn't.
Despite all of the storage he had in the back, Jacob only took his coat (if it was cold) and his back-pack off at the front desk. His staff had to use the back, but he was the owner, damn it, and he kept his crap under the desk. Then, though he had walked past it on his way to the desk, he walked back and unlocked the glass doors to the game room, turning on all of the lights in the process. The fluorescents winked into life,