Visit 3

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I went a third time. And a third time I didn't go in. I held that doorknob for what seemed like hours. I didn’t though; at most it had been just a few minutes. I froze. I couldn’t move. I tried my hardest to do so but failed. It was one of those surreal moments that you hear about in the movies or books. But to actually go through it was beyond my comprehension. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t something I could understand at the time. I still don’t know. The smell of coffee was stronger than ever that night. I could hear someone inside grinding what I could only imagine being coffee beans. I had almost forgotten that this was a shop and that it had to be run by someone. These past few nights, it felt like everything around me was dead. I suppose it’s a good thing that it’s not. I left again, still not going in. The odd thing was that no one had entered or exited in all that time. And what was strangest of all was that I felt relieved that I didn’t go in.