Hatter

You make your way towards the bright green front door of the house. Ivy vines snake around the frame. you knock, but no response. you wiggle the handle, and to your surprise, the door creaks open, and you breathe a sharp breath in. the smell of leather and glue tickles your nose as you walk in, observing the strange aray of hats all around. you jump at a sudden voice from behind you.....Can i .help you?..