Inside the small shop, it was dark and quiet. Narrow aisles were formed by towering bookcases, each loaded with books, boxes and gadgets of every description. "Hello?" Jim called. There was no response.

Once outside again, he shivered. What a creepy place? Why had he gotten so frightened in there? He began to feel a little embarrassed about the whole thing. Still standing outside the magic shop, he decided to: