A couple of years ago I was living in a town that had few inhabitants, I was passing through for a few months while attending to some children with their extracurricular activities, children of the mayor of the town. In this job there was no way to say no, because it really always paid well. But it was also very very boring because there was nothing else to do and wow I had several hours off a day.
Some days I took the opportunity to exercise on the boulevard, other days I rested in the hotel I was assigned to, but what I really liked the most was to go out to eat and drink coffee in a cafeteria that was near the hotel.
This cafeteria called my attention because it was always full, but of very quiet people, everyone was busy with their phones, with the old and ugly books that the cafeteria offered for the enjoyment of daily reading, there were reading forums for children in the mornings, it was really very active in terms of activities.
But the people were strange, the ones that attended you were always serious and with a terrified face, it was like the common denominator of the workers, I really felt in the month of Halloween every day I went there.
It is a small place with a vintage look but I like it I must admit, it has a sign, old fashioned style, that said: "Ghost Cafe". What a funny name for a town as lonely and old-fashioned as this one.
Who could be the owner of this ghostly cafe, its employees look like zombies with no expression on their faces.
When you order something the coffee brings in its delicious foam very terrifying faces, which human being would be scared and would not come back. But me, I'm a masochist and I love this place.
After a few weeks I go there again...
There were only a few customers inside, but what a sight they looked like. They were all pale and some of them, I could swear, wore the same clothes, it was as if inside the cafeteria time stopped, the same people, with the same clothes, with the same face, no one was different. I felt like I was in a themed coffee shop but no, the people in this place are really that scary.
In your coffee there are always messages or figures and you are not even aware of them.
How brave you are, the waiter commented to me!
I said in shock: I thought I was in a thematic coffee shop...
From there to believing in ghosts is a long way.
The waiter only responds: It is not thematic, people are not what you see, everything you see looks like a horror story, look at the signs that pass in front of your eyes. You should be more careful.
Here the chairs move, you feel whispers in your ear, the coffee brings a delicious taste for people like you to come back...
But those who notice the paranormal activity never come back!
You really are a brave girl, who is focused on really tangible things?
When you are connected with the spiritual you feel things from the beyond....
Take care of yourself!
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