Bookshop curses.

So a young (15 ish) guy all dressed in black with a smear of black eyeliner and a mop of hair shambled up to my till. He didn’t make eye contact once, but held out a Vampire book. I bagged it, and took his money. He handed me a £10 note with the word DIE written on in black marker pen. I thought it best not to make any comment, so bunged it in the till. I passed it on to a sweet old man. Do hope there was no voodoo mojo going on.