Counter Blab

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pssst

Hey listen, ever since the full moon on October 9th, that lady has beeeeennnn....there at Café des Harv — same booth, same seat — wrapped head to toe in those blood-stained hospital bandages.

Nobody saw her come in. Poof?

Nobody’s seen her blink, go to the bathroom, or use the stink..

..like tf

Her one eye glows faintly through the gauze, watching or waiting...on what beats me.

The coffee in front of her never cools — it steams tho.. Like what kinda ish is that!!!

Like it’s been trapped in time...or crazy bs. But listen, it’s spooky season, and the staff tried to clear her table. Annnnnd the lights flickered. The music glitched. One barista swore she saw the words “stay warm” appear in the condensation across her mug.

Crazy shhh right?

Now everyone just walks around her, pretending the mummy lady who smells of motel bed sheets.. with 1 eye and an I.V with a blood drip isn’t there, I guess…

If you’re brave enough…

Go tell her ass to leave with that freaky shh.

And beware of Rose... and before you ask who’s ROSE, it’s MADUSA’s sister, says Harvey. She does some wicked things to your soul.. But it’s just a picture.

The Lady in Booth 7

Look — I don’t even know how this started. Booth 7’s been weird since the FULL MOON at Café des Harv. Some woman in an orange coat strolls in at twelve o’clock midnight like that’s a normal coffee hour.

Midnight! Who’s craving espresso then? 

She sits, calm as hell, orders a black coffee — two sugars, no cream and asks about ROSE. Oh yeah, Rose she said… Creepy Picture… Harvey said it’s MADUSA’S SISTER.

The Lady stares then — Alice the Barista — just stands there, pale as bone, eyes cloudy… Like helloooooooo still wiping the same spot on the counter.

So I’m Outta there next day. Alice is here like she never clocked out.

But the CRAZY PART is I felt myself stuck just asking myself — wtf comes into a Café at 12am? That’s not coffee hours… That’s Doom da doom symbol Crashes Time (If you know you know) Not my site at 12am.

Anyway… if you’ve got guts, swing by around MIDNIGHT for some Counter Talk. Walk straight to Booth 7. Tap that chick on the shoulder and tell her to get the hell out of my café. If she listens, you get free coffee for a year and anything you want off the wall. Take ROSE!!

ALICE!!!!!! YO!! ALICE IS A F’N ZOMBIE!!!!!!!!!!! Oh wait I don’t wanna get sued! She’s an Almost Goner... No, that’s corny. Maybe a Hollowed Perfect trademark it!! SHE’S A HOLLOW!!!!!!! Let’s talk about this over at the Café des Harv during the spooky season, maybe even in a Counter Talk!