The Little Shop of Horrors.

When biological needs take us to the shops, we go past this amazing place. It is a place where dreams come true and nightmares are made.
Yes.

Ok, this needs to be listened to this whilst reading to set the mood. I am doing this because I am A PERFOOOORRRMAAARRRR. And PERFORRRMAARRRZZZ need to set the mood. 

BEHOLD! 

If this isn't the creepiest thing you've ever seen, then I would really like to know what is. Because this is truly amazing. I don't even know what more to say other than WHAT WERE THEY THINKING.
It says Lilleaker Fysioterapi. Which means Lilleaker Physical therapy or Physiotherapy. Whichever you prefer. 

We have this hypothesis that whenever you enter, you never come out. And another doll will be added to the collection.

Yes, I am a firm believer in this story of course. Because I made it. And I am everything. I mean... Creepy ambience. 

The creator of Lilleaker Fysioterapi has researched the art of Voodoo. A voodoo that makes even seasoned Voodoo priestesses whimper in fear. Because even they would never even utter its name! The name of this Voodoo. Of Voodooness. 
They get possessed too, in the process. Which makes it, like, a million times more creepy. 
The proof is in the pudding. Or in this case, the picture. There is never anyone there either. Which makes this Creepy Shop of Creepy even more creepy. Why are there nobody there? Well.. Because they get turned into dolls... But still, why isn't the dollmaker there? Maybe the dollmaker is afraid of getting turned into a doll herself? Maybe the place itself is haunted? 
Maybe whenever you step into the establishment you get turned, unless you, like the dollmaker, has made a deal from The Other Side? 
Oh yes.
The Other Side.

Creeped out yet? Because this shit is creepy. 

Yeah, this place is and forever will be haunted by the screams of the turned dolls. The dolls will always hear you, they will always see you. And you will never escape the horrors of Lilleaker Fysioterapi. 

Right... RIGHT!? It's so creepy! I love this place! Everytime I walk past it, horrormovie soundtracks play (all of them at once. Which makes it extra creepy) in my mind and my heart soars with happiness. I really want to go inside. But that would involve spending money. And I don't enjoy spending money on things. Unless they are games, DVDs, more games, books, CDs, stuff, other stuff, tea... OK so I love to spend money. But not on that. Right.

Cheerio tatterbutts!