The hand of coffee dimension #STB

It had been a long time since I had visited my grandmother's house. After her death, the property was abandoned, and no one dared to enter. I was the sole heir, so I decided to go and see if there was anything of value that I could sell or keep.

I entered the old house. The dust and musty smell invaded my senses. Everything was just as I remembered it: the furniture, the pictures, the photos. I went to the basement, where I knew there were several containers with old belongings. Maybe there I would find some hidden treasure.

I carefully descended the stairs, illuminating the way with the light of my phone. The basement was dark and cold, and there were strange noises. I approached the garbage cans and began to open them one by one. There were clothes, books, toys, records and much more. Nothing that caught my attention.

I was about to give up when I saw a container larger than the others, covered by a purple tarp. I uncovered it and saw that it was full of cardboard boxes. I opened them and was surprised to see that they contained old and strange objects: a compass, a magnifying glass, a pen, a diary, a key. They looked like something out of an adventure novel.

I was intrigued and decided to examine them more closely. I picked up the key and looked at it. It was metal, had a strange shape and some engraved symbols. I wondered which door it would open. Then I picked up the diary and opened it. It was written in a language I didn't know, it looked like runes. Also, there were some illustrations that caught my attention. They were maps, diagrams, drawings of fantastic creatures. I did not know their meaning.

As I was looking at the diary, I felt something move inside the container. I panicked and dropped the journal. I looked down and saw a hand reaching out of one of the boxes. It was pale and bony, with long black fingernails. It grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me inside.

I screamed and tried to let go, but it was useless. The hand dragged me to the bottom of the container and I felt a horrible vertigo. Everything went black and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I found myself in a very different place from the one I had left. I was on a crowded street with tall, colorful buildings. It seemed like a normal day, except for one detail. I noticed that in a place that looked like a coffee shop, coffee was coming out of the taps. I walked further and saw that the water was not water; it was coffee prepared as if it were the raw material of any liquid.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I was in a strange world to me and from what I could see, coffee was the predominant factor. Everything revolved around it.

I looked for some sign to tell me where I was but saw nothing familiar.

I felt confused and scared. I wanted to escape, but I didn't know how. I decided to walk down the street and look for help. Maybe someone could explain to me what was going on.

As I walked around, I saw several people drinking coffee directly from the taps or carrying bottles filled with the brown liquid. It was coffee.

No one seemed surprised or upset about it. On the contrary, everyone seemed happy and relaxed.

I approached a woman who was sitting on a bench at a bus stop, in front of a steaming cup. As I stood in front of her, she looked at me curiously.

I asked her all my questions. She immediately told me that she could tell that I was not from that place. In addition to that she asked me where I was from.

I told him that I had just come from visiting my grandmother's house, when a hand grabbed me and pulled me into what seemed like another dimension.

Then she told me that I was one of the chosen ones.

I swallowed thickly and asked him who the chosen ones were.

She expressed that the elect was chosen by a great master. Only they were allowed to visit this world.

I was more confused.

It turns out that, according to the woman, the great master was the one who created us all. The one who gave us the gift of coffee. The one who waited for us in his temple.

As she finished saying the sentence, she pointed to a huge, very gloomy building that stood at the end of the street. That gave me the creeps.

She indicated that she should go there to meet the great master and to get all the explanations.

I asked her to be clearer, to tell me for certain who the great master was. As she went to answer me, a shadow was cast over us. I looked up and saw a gigantic figure approaching from the sky. It was a pale, bony hand. The same hand that had brought me to this world.

The hand pounced on us and grabbed us tightly. We screamed and tried to resist, but it was useless. The hand lifted us off the ground and carried us towards the temple.

As we flew, I saw the face of the Grand Master. It was my grandmother's face.

And well, I think I stayed in the coffee dimension.

Don't worry, I'm having a great time.