Heels, boots, bags - you're in trouble; Look what IC have pulled from the crypt rubble. Spooky skulls that brightly flash, Winged shoes that dance and dash; Sparkly gems and skeleton hands, Adorned with feathers and spiderweb strands, A frightening house with fear it brings, Creepy ghosts and scary bat wings, For a charm of powerful shoe trouble, Peep in to the IC cauldron and...