English Original
I own a coffee shop in Southern Indiana. I have a room in the back where I spend most of my week. I had just bought this place, and after a few weeks, I realized how strange it really was.
The first strange occurrence happened about a week after opening. Late one night, while closing up, I heard a noise from the back room. I thought it was my cat playing with a feather pen until I heard a distinct pop, like a champagne cork. I cautiously approached the door, heard it again, grabbed a metal ruler, and swung the door open. My cat darted between my feet, startling me.
I stepped into the bedroom. Nothing seemed amiss. But in the bathroom, I found the medicine cabinet open. Peroxide was spilled on the floor, aspirin was scattered in the sink, and shampoo had seeped into the mat. After cleaning up, I couldn't sleep, feeling I wasn't alone.
A few days later, during the busy afternoon rush, I heard a commotion in the front. Fearing a robbery, I rushed out to find customers covered head-to-toe in coffee foam and soda. The machines were spraying everywhere! I unplugged them, apologized, and offered free breakfasts. A repairman later found nothing wrong with the equipment.
That evening, after cleaning up and eating supper, I was at the bar when I saw a man sitting at a corner table. "We're closed. How did you get in?" I asked. He stood and walked toward me. I reached for a kitchen knife, but when I looked back, he was no longer solid—just a wisp of shadow. The closer he got, the more he faded, vanishing completely as he reached me.
Since then, my coffee shop has become a 24-hour "haunted" attraction, with people dropping by hoping to see the ghost.
中文翻译
我在南印第安纳州经营一家咖啡店，店后有一间屋子，我一周大部分时间都在那里度过。刚买下这个地方几周后，我就意识到它有多么不寻常。
第一次怪事发生在开业大约一周后。深夜打烊时，我听到后屋传来声响。起初以为是猫在玩羽毛笔，直到我听到清晰的“砰”的一声，像香槟瓶塞弹出的声音。我小心翼翼地靠近门，又听到一声，便抓起一把金属尺，猛地推开门。我的猫从脚间窜过，吓了我一跳。
我走进卧室，一切似乎正常。但在浴室，我发现医药箱敞开着。过氧化氢洒了一地，阿司匹林散落在水槽里，洗发水渗进了地垫。清理完后，我无法入睡，总觉得还有别人。
几天后的一个下午，正值营业高峰，我听到前面一阵骚动。以为是抢劫，我冲出去，发现排队的顾客从头到脚都是咖啡泡沫和苏打水。机器正在四处喷溅！我拔掉插头，道了歉，并承诺次日提供免费早餐。后来维修工检查说机器一切正常。
当晚，清理完毕并吃完晚饭后，我坐在吧台，看见角落的桌子旁坐着一个男人。“我们打烊了。你怎么进来的？”我问。他站起来朝我走来。我伸手去拿厨房刀，但回头一看，他已不再是实体——只是一缕影子。他越靠近，身影就越淡，走到我面前时完全消失了。
自此，我的咖啡店成了一家24小时营业的“闹鬼”景点，人们络绎不绝，希望能见到那个幽灵。