Suzanne Schaffer

Sometime in between scouting for items to sell on Ebay at yard sales and then switching to auctions I found myself in a local store that was unlike anything I had seen before.  This story is for posterity, giggles, and a little shock value, nothing more.  It's a memory of a strange encounter that seemed the norm for the town I live in.  We'd gone to lunch on what we've dubbed Date Day and were at a restaurant directly across the street from what I could only call a junk shop. After eating I begged my husband to check it out with me, "just for fun," because I'm always up for an odd adventure.  The store was called Darlene's Kids Shop but I grew to call it Darlene's House of Horrors.... People would take their used items to the shop to sell or trade for items in the store. She'd been in business for over twenty-five years and had so much stuff that she no longer knew what was in there. Imagine rows and aisles stuffed so full that th...