Greetings dear friends coffee lovers, this is my participation in the #SPILLTHEBEANS CONTEST for which I want to take the opportunity to invite friends 
The night of October 31 is a terrifying date for me since I learned the hard way that Halloween is real and that witches are not just a story to scare little ones. People today see it as just one more commercial activity, designed to sell sweets and costumes to children, ignoring the pagan origin from which this holiday comes, traditions say that witches have a master, a very ancient demon called Samain that can walk the earth for 12 hours when the shadows allow it, which is why Pumpkin Jack's lamps scare it away from homes, at least as long as this entity does not receive a careless invitation to enter the home.
I was only 7 years old when I could see all his perversity directly from his eyes of fire, and that I assure you is something quite true that marked my life forever. Like every child, I went out unawares to have fun that fateful night, my older brother who had to take care of me, only worried about being with his girlfriend in the park while I, totally alone, walked around the block looking for gifts and sweets.
I arrived at an evil mansion, I should have known as soon as I noticed all the completely dry plants, but my ignorance at the time overlooked it and I dared to ring the bell on the door.
A sweet old lady with a kind appearance and laughing cheeks came out to greet me, gently caressing my hair while staring at me, something that caused a little chill at that moment, so I took a step back, but like a good hunter she just smiled to prevent me from being frightened, then with both hands, he took out a large handful of sweets that he deposited in my bucket, but without ever taking his disturbing gaze off me, which made me disgust and even made me tremble because even when he tried to hide his darkness, a feeling Inside me, I felt danger.
I ran out of there as fast as I could, and when I looked back at the house, I noticed the old lady sticking her nose up in the air as if she was sniffing me in the distance. When I got to where my brother was, crying, I asked him to go home quickly because he didn't want to continue.
I locked myself in my room to review the collected sweets, emptying the contents of the container on the bed, and it was there when I saw it for the first time, it was a small brown cloth sack, probably woven by hand, very similar to sacks, it was tied with a black ribbon at the top and gave off a strong smell of ground coffee. When checking its texture, I realized that it was full of a powder that moved when squeezed, but there were also other harder and longer things, feeling disgusted I just threw it against the wall and dropped it in a corner, waiting for my mother to clean it the next day.
That night I did not give it much importance and I went to sleep around 9 pm, it was there when things got really bad, in my dreams I came to an old-fashioned coffee shop, where there were a few people that I ignored as I walked for no reason to the bar, on the other side of the counter was a very tall, thin, pale man, his thick beard black was quite striking, and her arms were full of strange tattoos, they were like ancient symbols.
Without me asking, coffee began to be prepared and without realizing it, the machine emitted a large amount of smoke, while it was straining into a cloth bag, among the steam I could see its frightening real appearance, it was undoubtedly the image of a grotesque demon, where red eyes stand out like fire, which flooded my mind with an excessive fear to the point of being paralyzed, at the same time that he served me the cup of coffee.
Looking around I discovered that all the people were witches, but they still didn't know that I could see them, in front of me was their master with a wicked smile, waiting for me to drink the cup of coffee that he had prepared with a small bag, just like the one that was in my room and from which small bones and other branches protrude.
It was then that I realized that the steam from the machine was produced because a black cat stepped on a valve on the side, letting the smoke escape, the animal quickly walked over to the bar and jumped on my legs, stared at me, and said,
—“Wake up!"
With that gesture, I got up violently sat on my bed, and feeling how my heart almost jumped out of my mouth, at the horror that ran through me. So I quickly realized that that bag of coffee powder was not there by chance, it was a kind of marker so that the demon could find me and enter my dreams, so I hurriedly took it and threw it into the fire of the house. Fireplace before Halloween night was over.
I can assure you that it crackled and screamed like a witch. That's why from that day on I tell everyone, be careful what treat you get on Halloween.
Thank you for reading
This is an Original Story written by @susurrodelmisterio for Hive.
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