The Midnight Cafe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's always nice to visit The Midnight Cafe. Enjoy your stay.

Midnight Café

 

 

Nikolas Mouvia

 

Coming into focus, Ian’s steamy coffee cup, white hot vapors undulating upwards, a sharp brisk aroma wafting towards his nostrils. All seems so familiar and at the same time so foreign. Chaotic chatter clashing against his eardrums makes him even more present in the moment. He looks around and doesn’t recognize a soul. Instinct screams inside for him to leave this place. The place wasn’t exactly packed, but then again not so empty neither. The café, he noticed reflected in the red curtained windows against the darkness outside, the sign Café something. Could not make out the other word.

‘’ Keep calm ‘’ he tried to control his breath ‘’ ok. How did I get here? ‘’ he wondered, racking his brain something terrible. A thread opened ‘’ I was doing something important, then I was interrupted then… I was here ‘’

He got up from his seat and walked between the tables trying to talk with someone there, maybe it would help him obtain some answers. No one talked back at him, as if he wasn’t even there. He quickly lost his patience.

‘’ Anyone, excuse me! Hey! ‘’ he screamed unnerved, a wave of indifference came over him.

Annoyed he tried to throw some object from the other tables or to touch the other customers, but his touch was repulsed by some sort of invisible force field encompassing them. Defeated, Ian returned to his table. He plopped his head on his palms mumbling: I must have some sort of dream, must be some sort of really bad dream.

‘’ Ah, it’s no dream mister Ian. You haven’t touched your coffee. I can’t bring you any dessert until you will ‘’ said a sharp female voice.

Ian looked up, it was the waitress. She wore a disconcerting smile on her face.

‘’ I don’t care about your damned menu. I just want to know how did I get here ‘’ cried Ian in a trembling voice.

‘’ You were always here mister Ian ‘’ said the waitress bluntly.

‘’ What do you mean I was always here? This doesn’t makes sense. Ok, alright…what if I want to leave here? Don’t bother, maybe I will ‘’ Ian got up again, heading for the exit in a hurry ‘’ someone outside surely would get me some answers ‘’ he continued on his walk towards the only exit door.

‘’ I’m sorry, but you can never leave this place ‘’ the waitress replied, sounding like some sort of command.

‘’ Like hell I can, watch me lady ‘’ Ian grabbed the knob on the door. At the minute he began to twist it he heard a loud roar behind him.

‘’ You can never leave this place. You can’t leave The Midnight Café ‘’ spoke in a loud unison all the guests there.

‘’ Oh good, now you noticed me ‘’ thought Ian and turned back just to throw an insult, but instead froze with terror in place. One by one the guests turned their heads facing Ian.

‘’ My God, what is this? ‘’ said Ian as he saw the faces had no features. No eyes, no nose, no mouth, just plain clean skin as an unfinished showroom dummy.

‘’ No, no, no. I am out outta of here, to hell with you ‘’ unblocked, in a split second, Ian turned the knob and jumped outside, slamming the door shut behind him. In that moment rapid flashes blinked before his eyes. Him driving fast in a stormy afternoon. A female voice on the speaker phone asking for instructions, arguing with him, talk about a hospital. A large truck coming in side collision with his car. Blankness again.

Once outside he was smitten by the absolute darkness there, stretching out into infinity. Pure nothingness…except for an illuminated door in the distance. Above it some sort of neon sign. It was the only choice so he walked there. When he was closer to the door, the neon sign was readable. It wrote: The Midnight Café. Ian had doubts whether he should open the door, but just as he touched the knob he was engulfed in a spark of bright light. Coming into focus, Ian’s steamy coffee cup…


Submitted: November 27, 2020

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Serge Wlodarski

Well at least they have hot coffee. Good story.

Fri, November 27th, 2020 8:48pm

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The least one can ask for :) . Thanks, glad you liked it. It was done in the spur of the moment.

Fri, November 27th, 2020 8:23pm

Serge Wlodarski

Well at least they have hot coffee. Good story.

Fri, November 27th, 2020 8:48pm

Black Dog

Not bad, reminds me of Twin Peaks.

Sat, November 28th, 2020 7:01am

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Thank you, I guess Ian would make a poor Agent Cooper.

Sat, November 28th, 2020 1:36am

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