Black Coffee
Horror Stories - Black Coffee
A young girl was babysitting for her neighbour. The baby was upstairs in
its cot, and she was on the sofa downstairs watching t.v. It was all
quiet and normal. Until the ring of the home telephone broke the
silence. She hesitantly picked it up. She looked at her watch, it read
9:47. As she put her ear to the phone, she heard a mans cold, deep voice:
"Black coffee, Black coffee, check your baby, check your baby, I'm in
your town" The girl put down the phone, after little thought she passed
it as just a prank call in an attempt to scare her.
However,just to be sure ,she went up the stairs to the baby's room to see if he was ok. The baby was fine. So she went back downstairs and sat down in front of the t.v. After about 40 minutes. The phone rang again. She picked it up as she had done before. A man once again spoke to her through the phone. "Black coffee, black coffee, check your baby, check your baby, I'm on your street." She once again put down the phone.
She went over to the front window. She quickly pulled the curtains and scanned the street. No-one was there. She was beginning to get a little frightened. She went up the stairs and checked the on the baby. The baby was still fine.
However,just to be sure ,she went up the stairs to the baby's room to see if he was ok. The baby was fine. So she went back downstairs and sat down in front of the t.v. After about 40 minutes. The phone rang again. She picked it up as she had done before. A man once again spoke to her through the phone. "Black coffee, black coffee, check your baby, check your baby, I'm on your street." She once again put down the phone.
She went over to the front window. She quickly pulled the curtains and scanned the street. No-one was there. She was beginning to get a little frightened. She went up the stairs and checked the on the baby. The baby was still fine.
After about half an hour the phone rang once again. She picked it up and
waited for the man to speak. "Black coffee,black coffee, check your
baby, check your baby, I'm at your door." She ran to the door and picked
up a cane. She looked through the keyhole of the door. No-one was there.
She ran upstairs to find that the baby was gone.
She heard a creak in
the closet and stabbed through the closet door with a cane. She hit
someone. She opened the closet door. And hanging from one of the
coat-hangers, was the baby, bleeding black coffee.
