I really don't. Here's a picture of why:
Seriously, I don't know why there are malformed naked sewn-together two-tone skin dolls dancing in demonic poses, but this is something directly out of my nightmares.
To be fair, I actually don't mind antique stores most of the time, as long as they have real antiques. We went to another antique store that had bins of partially-used, expired cosmetics and nail polish. Honestly, that's just trash, and it grosses me out.
