Yay, another story. This one’s about Starbucks.
After my previous story,(Scary Myspace Story) I moved to California, and a right under my apartment, we have a starbucks. This Starbucks in particular is pretty cool because there are apartments above it. And because I love starbucks, I bought the apartment above it, and lucky me, they were hiring, so I applied for a job interview. Luckily, I passed, and was able to get the job. The shift was usual. A day shift, in fact, from 9:00-12:00 A.M., so I got the time when most people went to Starbucks. Everything was usual, nothing to expect. We always DID have this one customer, though. He used to wear a hoodie, and never liked to show his face, unless he was ordering.
He was a guy in his mid 20’s. He had many pimples on his face, and supposedly, he was French, and didn’t speak very good English. Every time he ordered, I never understood what he was saying. I’m not trying to be offensive to French people out there, It’s just hard sometimes. One day, I had the Night shift, and around 11:30 P.M., the store was supposed to close. It was just me and one of my friends, let’s call her Jill. When I was about to lock the door, I saw the same man from my day shifts walk in. Now, I’ve talked to the guy before, and he says he lives by the forest. It was weird, ’cause barely any houses were by the forest, but It was fine by me. When the guy walked in, he brushed past me, and started ordering something. Jill helped him out. He said goodnight and left on his way. But something told me I had to follow him for a while, so I did.
After a while of following him after closing the store, I saw something unusual. He had little bulges on the top of his head. As I followed him around a corner, I saw him take off his hoodie. Under it were two small horns. Something you’d see goatman have or something like that. He shoved the entire drink he’d ordered down his throat, and ran at an ungodly speed towards the forest. I started to put the pieces together in my head as I ran back to my apartment. I heard a loud screech, and I mean LOUD, making me run even faster to my home. I just wanted it to be over. I have asthma, so I had to stop every once in a while to ensure I had enough air, so I could run faster. Luckily, I made it home and landed straight onto my couch.
It still gives me the creeps every time I mention this story. More than my myspace story, because I know that was just some weird old man, but this, this wasn’t human. It was other-worldly. Hopefully no one encounters this thing if it ever comes back.
I have more stories like these, not all about the same thing, but enough to make you think twice about what you’re doing. If you like these stories, be sure to ask for others! I’m glad to write them.
Stay safe out there.