Halloween Special! Coffee (A short story) (Patreon)

Hello guys! I wrote this short story in 2012. I decided it'd be fun to adapt it to English and share it with you, enjoy and have a nice and creepy Halloween!

Peter loves Saturdays because he is allowed to take a nice, long nap after lunch. Mark, his partner, will spend the whole afternoon rehearsing as he does every week with his theater group, and he will have the whole couch for himself in their living room.

They finished lunch, said goodbye with a kiss, and Peter fell soundly asleep on the couch with the TV on. He didn't flinch until he heard the turn of the key on his door at about eight o'clock in the evening.

-- Wake up, big guy! -- Mark announced himself from the hall -- we have to get ready for dinner, we're having dinner with the guys.

Peter opened one eye and slowly woke up. He didn't feel much like getting up so he grunted awhile, but Mark didn't pay any attention to him as he went straight into the bathroom.

Finally, he stood up and, staggering, walked a few steps into the kitchen in need of a cup of coffee. He pressed the coffee maker's power button, only to discover that it was not working.

-- Baby, the coffeemaker is broken again! - he yelled at Mark.

He didn't like those modern coffee machines, he already had warned Mark when they ordered it on Amazon. Plenty of touch-sensitive buttons, plenty of plastic, very stylish, but they would break down if you just looked at them.

He decided to smoke a cigarette. He took one out of his shirt and leaned against the counter so he could smoke it peacefully while Mark finished in the bathroom.

The door to the bathroom opened for a few moments and Mark poked his head out.

-- Peter! Are you up yet? We're going to be late again.

Peter sighed and answered him.

-- I'm coming, let me finish my cigarette.

He had bad wake up moods, they both knew it. It was the only thing wrong about his naps, he needed the damn coffee to snap out of it and get back to being himself.

He took it easy and enjoyed the cigarette puff by puff, trying to relax and not think about anything.

The door to the bathroom opened and Marcos went back to the living room.

-- What are you doing? You still there? -- he heard him exclaim.

Peter pressed the button on the faucet to extinguish the cigarette but it didn't work either. He cursed his luck and headed into the living room looking for his ashtray.

-- And now the kitchen faucet doesn't work either, wow...

A piercing scream interrupted him, it was Mark. He ran to him.

When he arrived at the living room he saw Marcos kneeling in front of the sofa covering his face with his hands. Someone was lying there.

Frightened, he approached the couch to see who it was.

It was himself.