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I went to a café. However, this is was no normal café. Instead, it was a café with this name: The Skeleton Café. I was confused. My bit my lip as I put on my crocs and I waltzed inside. The door was locked and there was blood writing on the door. It said this sentence.
"Use back entrance." I was like what? The door is just for show. Gosh darn it, it's like being in IKEA. Good times. Then, I felt the cold air in my lungs. As the moon almost blinded me, I sneaked through the back entrance. However, the interior was, not
The floor had a coat of white paint. I assumed that it was meant to represent the inescapable void and the death of the human race. But, I was just guessing. The walls had red paint on them. However, upon closer inspection, I realised that it wasn't paint. It was blood. Real human blood. There was nobody there and the tables were flipped over. So, I flipped them up. I sat down at a seat and I stared out of the clear glass window. I saw a sign that said
"This café has been closed forever. Do not enter." But, how come the back entrance was open? Hmm. What a conumdrum. Then, I realised that I was the only one there and I saw that there were red hyper-realistic handprints on the counter. I started to get worried. As my head turned away, I felt someone touch me with a stench-filled and moist hand. I turned my head and it looked like a old guy.
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"Yeah, I'll pay with cash. I accidently threw my credit card into the toilet." I said. The old guy didn't seem so lively anymore. I sat and I waited. The food took around 25 to 30 minutes to come out. So, it was worth it. He didn't say anything after I took the food. I saw something on the floor.
"Is it a skeleton?" I said. "Nah, it's probably a prank. I realised. It wasn't a prank. There used to be people here. But, now, they have all rotted away into this very café. They are begging to be let out. Their confinement is torture and it is hellish for anyone. "OK, I don't think this is a p-
As I looked ahead, I saw more skeletons. They were thin and whiter than snow. The eyes were black. Yeah. They were. This seemed to be not a prank or a joke. It was neither or. It was a mystery.
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The old guy looked at me and smiled. His mouth suddenly opened. He spewed out this. "Did you enjoy the ribs?" He chuckled. I had no idea how to react. So, I then said this. "Yes. Yes, I did." I said, in the most dead and monotone voice in history. Bruh, I sounded like Richard from Unikitty!
Then, the man. He turned his head. Twisted his neck. And he did the Take the L dance. He slowly transformed.
The last thing I remembered was putting a 0 Star review on Yelp about the place and then everything went black...
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