Dime Store

The Dime Store waits on forgotten streets, its shelves lined with cursed relics that whisper promises and demand prices far steeper than coins. No one means to enter, yet the broken, the desperate, and the lost all find themselves inside, staring down objects that hunger for them as much as they hunger for escape. Every purchase is a pact, every trinket a trap, and behind the counter stands the Keeper, watching, silent, collecting jars of trembling light where souls used to be.

From ticking boxes to broken dolls, from headphones that silence the world to mirrors that swallow their owners whole, each chapter of Dime Store unravels another story of obsession and ruin. Haunting, grotesque, and inexorably compelling, this is a descent into a store where nothing is ever truly bought, nothing is ever truly sold, and the door only opens for those already chosen.