Creepypasta: Nightmare Fuel

88: My First and Only Trip to Cafe 1987

My First and Only Trip to Cafe 1987 by Hayong

I was a 24-year-old good for nothing mooch that lived at my parent’s house. Well, that’s what my father said to my mother in the bedroom late at night. Of course, maybe, if they didn’t continue to give me a 50 dollar allowance a week I would have probably tried to find a job sooner than that.  I really didn’t feel right about accepting the money, but you have to be downright stupid to refuse free money.

The next day, my mother asked me if I could at least start putting in applications. She was tired of defending me, and honestly, I was tired of listening to them argue. That afternoon, my mom drove me to the heart of downtown Nashville, Tennessee. She figured there were enough part-time opportunities for me.

The first place I went into was a small candy shop called “Rocket Fizz”. The manager was nice enough, but she did tell me that they were fully covered in terms of staff. She said she would let me know if they ended up needing anyone else. After purchasing a couple of sweets, I walked out of the store and mindlessly walked around for a couple of minutes while shoving sour gummies in my mouth and taking drags off of my cigarette.

I walked up to a crosswalk and while waiting for the light to turn green I saw a “Now Hiring - No Experience Necessary” sign on a small white building called Cafe 1987.

When I walked inside of the coffee shop, I looked around and saw that it wasn’t really anything special, it looked like almost every single indie coffee shop out there. Small wooden tables, uncomfortable looking chairs, and the smell of roasted coffee beans filled the air. The barista behind the counter looked at me with a smile before handing me a menu and asking, “Would you like to try our Mango Smoothie? They’re absolutely delicious and made with natural ingredients.” I shook my head and said, “No, I saw the sign and I was wondering if you guys were still hiring.”

He looked uneasy for a second before asking, “Are you sure you don’t want a mango smoothie? It’s absolutely amazing to drink in this hot weather, and It will keep you healthy with all of the vitamins inside. For today only, it’s actually 3 dollars so I highly recommend it.” I shook my head again and asked if I could just have an application.

At first, it looked like he was getting more and more disappointed, but the more I looked at his face, the more I realized that it looked like he was getting older. His thick brown hair started to fall out and was replaced with frail white hair. I started to panic I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him if he was okay. He looked up and asked, “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want a mango smoothie? It is best for the health, and you will notice yourself getting younger.” Quickly, I took a five out of my wallet and slammed it on the counter and nodded my head.

The man let out a sigh, turned around, and started making the smoothie. Once he finished, he turned around and handed it to me. He looked young again, but he still a nervous look on his face. I mean, it looked like the man was five seconds away from death.

I took a small sip and gave him a nod. I was still scared out of my mind, and the only thing I wanted to do was get out. I grabbed the smoothie out of his hands and started walking out of the door when I heard him whisper, “I’m so sorry.” I turned around and looked at him, but he was staring at me with a blank look on his face.

I turned back around and tried leaving, but my hand kept sliding off of the door handle. Scared and frustrated, I shot my arm out as hard as I could towards the door, but a pain erupted deep inside of me. I fell to the ground and writhed in pain. Once the pain was gone, I looked back at him and told him to open the door, but he just kept staring at me and said, “I can’t. I would have left if I could. You can’t either. It told me you couldn’t.”