Your name is Josh, and your a sophomore in high school. While walking home from school one day you notice a new shop has opened up, some magic shop.
"I've got time to take a look." you think as you walk in. The building smells dusty and old, and the cashier looks like father time.
"Hello young man. Can I help you?" he says and you tell him that you're only browsing.
He goes back to reading the magazine he had set down and you walk to the back of the store. Looking around you see that the store seems to just be selling cheap trinkets and parlor tricks. You turn around and see the cashier still reading his magazine. You grab something off the shelf and stick it your shirt, intending to sell it at school tomorrow.
"Sure I can't help you with anything?" the man asks as you walk back to the front of the shop.
"No, thanks." you say as you exit and head home.
That night, after having a fight with your sister you go to bed and feel uneasy. You have a dream that starts off normally but soon you find yourself in the store you had stolen the trinket from.
"You thought I didn't see you steal my stuff, didn't you?" a voice comes from behind and you turn around to see the old man. "Well Josh, stealing is very wrong." he says in a commanding voice.
"How-How do you know my name?" you ask, scared.
"I am a sorcerer, and I intend to punish you for your thievery. I place a curse on you, Josh, one that I will only lift if I feel that you have learned your lesson." his voice is booming now and black out.
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