I only stopped because I wanted coffee. It was 3:07 a.m. The Starbucks near my apartment was supposed to be closed. I knew that because I had passed it every night that week. But the lights were on. The doors were unlocked. Inside, everything looked normal. No customers. No music. Just the hum of the refrigerators. I walked to the counter. “Hello?” Nothing. I ordered a coffee from the screen. It printed a receipt. ORDER READY. I looked behind the counter. Nobody was there. Then I heard it. Step. Step. Step. From the back hallway. I froze. “Employee?” Silence. Then a cabinet opened. Slowly. I laughed under my breath. Someone was obviously working back there. I waited. A phone vibrated on the counter. Not mine. I looked down. The screen showed a security camera feed. The camera was pointed at the front door. I was standing there. Alone. Except the video showed someone standing directly behind me. Tall. Thin. Their head almost touched the ceiling. I spun around. Nothing. The phone vibrated again. A message appeared. DON’T TURN AROUND AGAIN. My hands went cold. I stared at the screen. The figure in the camera moved. Not toward me. Toward the counter. One slow step at a time. Step. Step. Step. I looked at the entrance. The doors were still there. I ran for them. They wouldn’t open. I pulled harder. Locked. Behind me, something whispered my name. I turned. A pale hand was resting on the counter. The fingers were far too long. Then another hand appeared. The thing unfolded itself from behind the espresso machine. It was taller than I thought. Much taller. Its arms hung almost to the floor. Its face was pale and blank. No eyes. No mouth. But somehow I heard it whisper. “Coffee.” I backed away. The phone vibrated again. A new message. IT ONLY COPIES WHAT IT HEARS. I remembered saying “hello.” I remembered saying “employee.” Then I remembered something else. When I first walked in, I had heard my own voice from the back hallway. “Hello?” The thing tilted its head. Then it spoke in my voice. “Hello?” The lights went out. I ran. I don’t remember reaching the door. I only remember waking up in my car at 3:41. The Starbucks was dark. Closed. I drove home without looking back. The next morning, I called the store. The manager sounded confused. They had been closed for renovations for three weeks. I told him what happened. He went quiet. Then he asked me one question. “What time did you say you were there?” “Three in the morning.” Another silence. Then he said: “That’s impossible.” I asked why. He told me the security system had recorded something that night. It showed the front door opening at 3:07. It showed me walking inside. It showed me standing at the counter. Then it showed something walking in behind me. The manager said they had watched the footage twice. Both times, they noticed the same thing. I never entered alone. And just before the video ended, the thing behind me looked directly into the camera. Then it smiled. I told him that was impossible. He said, “I know.” Then he sent me the footage. I watched it once. There was one detail he hadn’t mentioned. At 3:41, after I left, the thing remained inside. It walked to the counter. Picked up the phone. And called my number. My phone rang beside me. I hadn’t given the store my number. The screen showed: STARBUCKS — INCOMING CALL I answered. My own voice whispered: “Your coffee is ready.” #creepy #scarystories #scary #fyp #HorrorTok - @metaphysiko