"Who's luggage is on the ground?"

The security guard pauses momentarily and in a loud voice, "Room 308."

"Finally, that loon got kicked out," the elderly lady exhales a sigh of relief.

Apartment room number 308 is padlocked and chained like a psycho ward, and from time to time you can hear screams of agony like someone is summoning the 10th circle of demons from hell. Finally, the residents have kicked him out. He picked up the suitcase and dragged it across the road, wearing a ragged shirt and torn-up pants. As he walked, the whole road smelled like one year's worth of garbage piled up that hadn't been taken out. He opened the door to the cafe and sat down with a paper in his hand.

"One latte coffee, please?"

The barista took him for a hobo and gave him stinky eyes.

He pulled up the wallet and counted the dollars until his eyes met with the lady next to him. He looked down quickly and waited for the coffee. He glance at her time to time, or he glance at the side of her seat that is open.

"Your coffee, sir," she looks at the lady, affirming if she is in any danger from the creep that looks at her from time to time. but the lady smiles, affirming that she is all right.

"Tell me if you want anything else, ma'am," she says as she walks away from the table.

"She is recommending you her favorite, its called espresso policio, you can see it on the menu: a 911 call plus a coffee; it come as a package."

The lady next to him smiles. "Maybe she is being a good Samaritan."

"Anyone would be cautious if they saw me sitting next to them; I smell like shit, I dressed like a hobo overoll i look like I crawled out of a cave. But the point is how come you can look and smile like this when you have that thing next to you," he points out the seat next to her.

"what thing?" lady

He makes a fist as he leans close to her.

"I have taken a dozen pills so mine can disappear, but I only overdosed." No, I didn't die, but I lost everything else while this thing just stared at me from a corner, grinning with that twisted lip. "Now, out of nowhere, I see another person just like me at a coffee shop, and you say this thing that looks like a burned corpse that came out of hell-"

"Quiet down; everyone is looking here, If you keep raising your voice, everyone is going to order an espresso policio"

He backs down, breathing in and out, calming himself out.

"listen, iam-"

"No, you listen," the tension in the room slightly goes up as the lady's body shivers, but she kept on smiling.

From now onwards, up until that clock hanging on the wall, both hands are going to hit 12 in only 120 seconds. Listen to me until then; don't interrupt me or say anything else in the middle, or I will get up and go. Until you hear the clock's bell, stay silent and listen. "Nod if you agree."

He stared blankly as he nodded in awe.

"In 1967, there was a 15-year-old girl named Matilda who lived in with her grandma, she was brought up in a poor household with no parents, and with a lot of weight on her shoulders, she had to do manual labor the whole day until she went to sleep with only 2 meals a day if she was lucky. " "And while she's doing this, she also needs to take care of her grandmother; talk about irony."

Arthur blinks as he doesn't know where the hell this story came from, but as promised, he nods.

"One dark rainy day, when after all chores finished; walking up along the way, she saw a well, scribbled in the well, it says "wishing well".

she paused.

"The scribbling said, 'All of your wishes will come true with a penny as the price'"

He opened his mouth, but a gasp of air came out. she continues.

"With the last penny she got in her pocket, she took it out and wished for the obvious."

"The riches and wealth this little girl wants it all."

Later that day, she gets her wish granted; she gets adopted by two wealthy couples. They showered her with riches and affection. She hired a personal maid to take care of her grandma, and from time to time she visited her. one day as she visited her grandma and told her the truth. But her grandma wasn't happy to hear that. She dragged her granddaughter to the wishing well and begged her to withdraw the wish. She curses at the grandmother, and she leaves that place. After that, she never visited her grandmother, and every time she tries to come see her, she turns her back. She has not even visited her own grandmother's funeral."

"On her 26th birthday, something strange happened; she saw a strange creature appear before her. The worker notices unusual behavior from her: every time they talk with her, she kept on smiling and sometimes she just looks at them from a distance. On her next birthday, they saw her death on the bed in the most brutal way possible; her nails were drenched in blood; do you know why? she scratched the walls, doors, and carpet, all of them scratched in blood, saying "It's looking at me?" She even tried to claw her way out of her room until she clawed her eyes-."

He grabbed her hands, giving the signal to stop.

"The scribbling in the well, Matilda only read half the sentence; do you know what the full sentence says?"

He nodes frantically.

"All of your wishes will come to for the price of a penny, but now on from 12 years you and now on your family line every 12th baby-"

"^(will be mine.)"

As he opened his mouth, the clock rang at 12 o'clock.