Not so scary horror shorts

A cup of coffee

It was a cold night. My family and I were at the living watching TV. We had just finished dinner and getting ready to go to bed when we heard a small knock on the door. My mother got up and opened the door. We saw a man shivering in cold. He was wearing a coat but due to the heavy snowing, he was completely drenched. My mother hurriedly let him in. He explained his situation to us. He had gone off late from his office and missed the last train. He asked whether he could spend the night and will go back the next day. My mother was hesitant to let a stranger stay a night. He looked neat despite the drenched appearance and gave an impression of a gentleman. My father reassured my mother and let him stay the night. His name was Addison. He was apologetic to have disturbed us so late at night. We let him sleep at the guest room.

As promised, he left the next morning. He deeply bowed and expressed. He was extremely nice for a stranger. A few days later, in the evening, we heard a knock again and it was the same person as before. He had come with some gifts to thank us for our hospitality. We strongly refused but he gave them despite that. Mom invited him for a cup of coffee and he accepted.

After that day, he used to often drop by whenever he could. We had become quite close despite meeting recently. We used to talk about various things including situations at home, about his family, stories of his office, etc. and every time he came, he only requested for a cup of coffee. He loved coffee apparently.

4 months has passed since then. Currently we are watching the news and Mr. Addison is here with us. Suddenly the news changed to an emergency. It was featuring a serial killer who had been on an killing spree for the past 5 months. They started describing his appearance. He looked nice and gentle, wore neat and clean clothes, a brown jacket. He made himself look pitiful and asked for shelter for a night and silently killed people in their sleep. Our eyes slowly moved to the man beside us. He was smiling calmly with the cup of coffee in his hand and watching the news. My back was drenched with sweat. I could see the fear in mother's eyes. Father was ready to jump at him anytime but then we heard something. The news anchor said that he had been caught by the police. We heaved a sigh of relief and looked back at the screen.

Then we saw something else. The killer has killed a total of 23people. They were showing the names and pictures of the victims. We saw it then:

[Name: Mr. Addison Stewart.

Age: 35

Status: Deceased

Was returning from his office when he saw the killer in a pitiable condition. Took him back and offered him a place to sleep. Was killed that night along with his wife Carola and 7 year old daughter Sistine. Was a reputable person in society and everyone knew for his extreme love for coffee.]

We heard a quiet click at that moment. We couldguess what it was. The sound of a cup hitting the table. We looked back and sawnothing except the empty coffee mug.

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