_{Written by listening to the song: Lie - Jimin (BTS). The aroma seems to be no longer bitter; but has become a paranormal scene that tears my soul.}

It could be heard from afar a simple sketch predetermined by the insane truth of a single person embedded in the madness of the bliss of paradise. Paradise is simply the beginning of the flames of hell that would burn my mouth, lips and skin for every aromatic sip that would force me to go mad.

"What do you hear?" "Where am I?"

Around such walls there is only darkness. Screams from outside were exclaimed in a macabre manner: "It hurts, it hurts, please don't do it."

"I don't want to die, I beg you, let me live."

Linda Slora, apparently my name didn't matter, my skin trembled from the aberrations that were heard. An unexpected scent has begun to surround the place, while the voice that begged for her life has disappeared.

"Icy, now everything is like ice piercing my heart."

The door handle had begun to turn, my eyes folding into a fixed screen with every movement I made. My face was pale, and I felt the pupils of those same eyes dilate in discomfort, hallucination?

What is this scent that makes me wander? The door slowly began to open, the darkness expanded even more, and in a brief opening of it, a ray of light entered. Nothing could be seen, or was it just a hallucination because of that aroma that made me dread again and again until ecstatic as if it was pleasant or repulsive.

"Where am I?" "Why are you doing this to me?" "Let me out."

The door opened a little more and the opening expanded more loosely, it was there, that thing was looking at me. The dread was no longer just in my hands, it was on my skin, I didn't want to see it and I followed.

That thing culminated to enter that dark room. Throwing near me a detached hand with coffee beans, while drops of blood fell from his mouth after devouring him, what has devoured him? Apparently the girl who was screaming not to annihilate him. Tears slowly began to flow from my face, I was scared and wanted to escape from such tenebrosity.

"Stay away, let me go." That's what I shouted.

The demon simply smiled and closed the door slowly. A chuckle was heard as he said the following, "Prepare to drink the cup of coffee before you pass away."

My hands could not move, I was there cornered and sitting there trembling with fear, I still did not understand the reason or the meaning of this happening to me. I didn't understand how I got to that place, nor the reason why I was punished in that way. The only thing I know is that it was Halloween night when everything became cloudy and I reached this insane place.

"What time is it?" "Do I want to know what time it is?"

Tears were falling again and again, death, looming, and the dread of the gloom echoed in the door of the suffocating room. A dragging chain could be heard, the door had slowly begun to open again.

The demon has once again entered that gloomy place from where he wished to escape. It approached little by little, now it no longer smelled of coffee, but of the fetid human blood of the human beings it had devoured. He grabbed my hair with his giant hand to lift my head, placed the rusty metal chain necklace around my neck and began to pull it pulling me to the floor to drag me.

As I flushed the toilet, my legs simply went numb and I resigned myself to that abominable paranormal event and thus perished.

The demon approached me and told me: "that I should pour a cup of coffee and drink it", but there was a problem, there were two teapots, I didn't know which one to choose! He smiled at my indecision and if I made a mistake at that moment, he would kill me.

I walked to choose, but something told me it was all a lie. I approached the teapots and behind one of them there was a detached eye surrounded by blood. I took one of them with my hands without thinking which one it was, the demon smiled again, and pierced my chest with one of its clawed hands.

The blood now was not only that of the eye; but mine that was spreading through the hole together with the clots that continued from my mouth. My sight was blurring little by little, the demon was laughing loudly, he came closer and before biting my ear he pronounced in a silent way passing his tongue: You should have chosen the coffee pot.

"Sedatives, bring on the sedatives."

My eyes were closed as I screamed, I began to open them to see the reality, the prison of terror was now a madhouse from which I could never escape because of the demon that killed me mercilessly.

This is my first time posting in this community, happy to be able to share in Cinnamon Cup Coffee and in this contest. I would like to invite my friends @soldierofdreams and @ramisey for more information about the contest here it: Link.

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