The dull ticks of the grandfather clock's minute hand echoed throughout the house, dolefully announcing the passing of time, and being dutifully ignored by the residents of the house hold. The minute hand ticked to 3:14, and an envelope, the color of old ivory piano keys, drifted down before the clock, and with an almost silent hiss slid on to the floor.
There was the rattling of an unlocking door, and the front door swung open to allow entrance to a young woman, her arms trying to contain a large pile of books. She staggered over to the stairs and put them down on the fourth step, and patted the cat that had come down from the attic to greet her. Amy began to head towards the kitchen at the back of the house, her shoes thudding on the hardwood floors, when suddenly her foot slid on something, and with a yelp she fell to the ground, the envelope flying back up into the air, and then landing on her chest.
“What the he-?” The girl picked up the envelope, and frowned at the cursive, which elegantly spelled out her name, 'Amy Serilda Dieboldt'. She shrugged and moved to a sitting position, carefully opening the envelope.
Within the envelope was a folded sheet of matching parchment with an address elegantly inscribed upon it, '219 Kings Court', Amy frowned recalling the location of the address, it was an old store down town, which according to various teens and young adults, was haunted. Amy of course never believed any of that, because why would only one place in town be haunted?
Amy stood up, the papers clutched in her hand, and resumed her journey to the kitchen. She placed the papers on the counter, and opened the fridge, pulling out the necessary items to make a sandwich, with a twirl she kicked the refrigerator door shut, and placed the items on the counter. She pulled out a slightly misshapen loaf of bread, and began slicing it with a bread knife. As she did so, she turned to the black feline that had followed her to the kitchen.
“What do you think of that letter thing, weird huh?” She slathered on the mayonnaise, “I mean, where did it come from? I bet it's a prank.”
Amy tossed the cat a piece of ham, which it eagerly devoured. “I mean, it could be the start of a movie-worthy story, but I doubt it. Nothing exciting ever happens to me. Besides that trip I took to Europe, but that was ages ago.”
She put the sandwich together and placed it on a plate, “But if it is a prank, and I go, then someone gets a good laugh, I don't have to think about what would happen if I had gone, so it's a win-win, right?”
The cat simply looked at her and meowed, asking for more meat.
“You're no help.” She bit into the sandwich, and continued speaking, “I mean I don't expect you to be, you're a cat, but honestly think more than just of your stomach.” And with that statement she gave the cat another piece of ham.
“Know what? I going to do it. If it winds up being a summons for adventure, great. And if it's prank then someone will probably get a laugh. I'll go once I finish this.”
A few minutes later she finished the sandwich, and placed the plate in the sink, quickly washing her hands, then wiping them on her jeans, before heading back to the front door, pocketing the paper.
“Listen, you will behave while I'm gone.” Amy addressed the cat as she grabbed her keys, before heading out, locking the door behind her, and beginning the trek downtown.

About twenty minutes later, Amy stood before a dark oak door, which had golden numbers on it, counting out 219. She glanced about, trying to assure herself that this was the right decision. She gently put her hand against the door, jerking back as it swung open at the lightest touch. With a cautious air, Amy slowly ventured into the shop. She stopped, her mouth softly opening in awe, all around her, were bookshelves so burdened with literature, the ends of the shelves caved inwards, in a silent struggle. A small grin stretched across her face as she breathed in that lovely scent bookstores seem to have no matter where one might be. The door slowly closed behind her with a soft click.