Blood Curse

OK, this is a new one. I guess that's what makes my job interesting.

Last night an upset customer threw a vile of blood on the floor by the front door. Little shards of glass and splatters of blood in a five foot radius. I cleaned it up and called the police (I asked, they had been to the mall four times already that night; lots of calls everyday, mostly shoplifting). The astute officer figured it was probably a "curse" since this pudgy boy-man (we had it all on video) had put Charmed and a few other occult items on hold (with his phone number! Idiot!).

The police took a copy of the video, the remains of the vile, the threatening note ("...You have been forewarned!") we found in one of our books, and, of course, his phone number.

Happy Halloween.