DEATH BITE CAFÉ

Driving home late one night after a long day, Cindy noticed for the first time an old cafe at the corner of the street where she lived. There was something familiar about the cafe, but Cindy couldn't put her finger on it. She continued on her way home. After having dinner she went to bed, but as she drifted of to sleep she dreamt about the cafe she had seen. She dreamt that she had gone into the cafe and was served by a very handsome man with dark eyes. Suddenly however everything changed and the man in her dreams began to grow old. It started with his hair and then the rest of his body. Cindy started screaming and she got up from her seat to leave. The man grabbed her neck with his wrinkled hands and began to strangle her. Cindy woke up, covered in sweat. She got out of bed and spent the rest of the night looking through some papers she was going to need the next day at work.

At work the next day Cindy couldn't concentrate. She kept on walking around her big well-furnished office deep in thought. Her secretary Harry knocked on the door. "Come in", she said. Harry was a tall, thin man and had been trying to get Cindy to go out with him ever since they had met. As Harry informed her of the appointments and calls she had received, Cindy walked around her office apparently admiring her furniture. "Your mother called and she wants to know why you haven't called her back. Mr. Luther says he wants to see you in his office and if you ask me, that's not all he wants to see you in.", he said. Cindy turned round faced Harry and said viciously, "Nobody's asking you Harry." Harry quickly finished what he was saying and left. Cindy then sat down to do some work but she ended up sitting and staring out of the window still thinking about her dream. Cindy had grown up in superstitious environment and believed that all dreams had a meaning, but she didn't know what to make of this one.

Few weeks later, Cindy saw the cafe again while driving home, but this time she decided to go in. She parked her car and then walked down to the cafe. For the first time she noticed its name 'Felix's Cafe'. She pushed the door open and noticed that there were a few people in the cafe. Cindy realized that it looked exactly the same as in her dream. She also sat down in the same seat. She looked up and the same man from her dream came over to her. The first thing Cindy noticed was that he had startlingly light blue eyes. "What are you having?" he asked. Cindy stared at him for a while and then said she would have a smoked salmon sandwich. She had her sandwich and as she was leaving the cafe she noticed the man staring at her. She walked quickly away from the cafe and to her flat.

That night Cindy had a dream, and it was the same one she had had the night before and the one before that. This time however, when she woke up she got up and looked out of her window. There standing across the street looking up at her window was the man from the cafe. The man who had plagued her dreams for the last five months. Cindy became hysterical. She grabbed a butcher knife from her kitchen and ran down the stairs in her night suit. By the time she had got outside the man had vanished. Cindy was about to go back upstairs when she caught a glimpse of the man running towards his cafe. She followed, her knife held firmly in her hand. As she caught up with him she raised the knife up in the air and plunged it into his back. He fell forward, Cindy smiled at herself. He lay there, Cindy turned him over. She then realized that the person lying in front of her wasn't the man who worked at the cafe. This was just an old man. Cindy heard sirens: the police arrived at the scene. They arrested her. She found out later from them that there wasn't any cafe near her flat and that the man who had taken control of her life for the last five months didn't exist.

Cindy Nightingale was sitting in the defendant's room in the County Court. The door in front of her opened and a man entered the room. She stood up suddenly, wrenching the handcuffs that tied her to her chair. The man was her lawyer Mr. Tyler. "The jury hasn't decided yet." he said as he sat down. Cindy looked around the room and her eyes settled on the woman sitting opposite her. She was also handcuffed. She had long auburn hair and dark brown eyes. She didn't look like the average prisoner. Cindy turned to Mr. Tyler and said, "She's probably innocent like me." Mr. Tyler looked into Cindy's eyes and said, "Or perhaps not" and for the first time she noticed how startlingly light blue his eyes were.