Hear ye, hear ye, kind patrons of curious disposition: tarry not without leaving tribute for the restless specters who haunt this establishment of peculiar wonders. Coins of modest worth — ghosts care not for inflation. Sweetmeats or treats — they delight in sugar, as the grave is bitter. Trinkets or tokens of strange allure — shinier, the better. Fail not in this noble custom, lest ye hear the wails of discontent at ungodly hours.
Posted near the tip jar. Functions about as well as you'd expect.
The knife case has its own posted notice. We meant it kindly. The Italian stilettos run $32, the mini pocket knives $18, and we'd much rather hand one to you than scrape blood off the case again.
A sibling sign on the smaller display. Knives are sharp. Knives are sharp. We will keep saying it.
Hand-poured candles up front, sold under the brand name Repurposed Relics with Flame. Each candle is a handcrafted spell, steeped in herb and stone and poured into antique vessels we've lovingly revived. Light with intention. Reuse with delight.
If you read no other sign, read this one.