Coffee With Ghosts

po felt slower than a meditating tortoise. Its hands moved with palpable r

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place. Like a wax statue

o knew. What was clear was that it stood upright, neatly dressed in an expensive-lo

... flat. Blank. Smooth. Like a hotel pillow fresh out of its packaging and not yet trampled on by a weary gu

was being slowly snatched away. Damar felt his body tremble along with it, not from the cold (although the room temperature had suddenly plummeted as if a portal to Antarctica

Without sugar

f lips. Blup! Directly greeting Damar's eardr

feels like to be human, e

. Even though, when you thought about it, being human was just... paying installments, getting stuck in traffic, hearing neigh

e a neighbor's whisper talking about your flaws behind your back-but this time, the neighbor was a faceless entity from

the exit. But for some reason, his legs felt more scared than his brain. They were like two best fri

towards the kitchen. His right hand reached for a grimy glass that had probably seen generatio

ed more like warehouse dust than coffee beans-spilled a little on the table. Pyar! For some reason, the aroma tonight wasn't the usual. There was a s

as if carrying a time bomb ready to explode at any moment. The man-or whateve

er sense, that the creature was inhaling the coffee's aroma. M

. is sad," i

et Damar's thoughts with a

deep well wate

pebbles. How did it know about the old well beh

e cracks in the cardboard-patched walls. Siiing... The old radio in the corner-which usual

deny your

like a beaten-up can. But for some reason, the lyrics felt... too fitt

ess nod. Truly a sight more terrifying than se

ff!-it

with the wet money earlier). Not even walking out the door. But... evaporated. Like cigarette smoke b

r

d. Wrinkled as if it had been squeezed by a stressed giant. Its corners were torn open like a yawning mouth. And... it was freezing cold whe

ck it up. This mon

forming a flash mob all over his body-was something wri

ce of the money, as if scratched by an

rn off th

e next custo

on't like

did another double

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ds still ticked tik... tok..., but their moveme

that had been a decoration in the stall for who-knew-how-long. The candlelight danced, making the shadows on the walls move like ghosts doing breakdance. The fluoresc

eeek... Slowly but surely. As if someone had just sat down, or was prepa

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hed for the worn-out, dusty palm fiber broom. Not an ideal weapon against supernatural entities, but at leas

ut not like the sound of ordinary shoes tapping on asphalt. Tap... tap... tap... More like the s

pered to himself. His voice t

t be a spider. Please.

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any visible wind. Its rusty hinges let out a heartbr

t dance wildly before finally... pyar! It went out. Darkness immediately enveloped th

th of a dark cave, a hoarse voice was heard. The voice o

offees for me

n't been properly b