Granted, the small gift shop was crowded. People were in a shopping, jolly mood. Or so it seemed. Yet, she felt woozy and constricted. Everything seemed to wobble and jiggle. Yet, no one else seemed to notice. She was beginning to think it was just her vision being a bit off.
She bought some fun items and headed home. The house of horrors. The house of wax. How could she bring mirth to the place? She was tired and needed to charge herself up. She looked into the house, and everything was a blur. She collapsed. She was out of charge and had no sockets within reach. This was going to be an interesting night.