***Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters or ideas from the movie "Blair Witch Project" made in 1999. This story is simply for fan purposes. Enjoy :) ***

Blair Witch Project - Modern Days

Part 1

"One grande macchiato and a tall caramel frap," I yelled to Caleb. He parroted the order back, and I nodded in confirmation. I punched the order into the ancient cash register. "Your total will be $9.50" I told the customer. They handed me the money, and I smiled giving them their change. "We'll bring your drinks right to yah, so ya'll can find a seat and get comfy".

They settled in and I watched Caleb work his coffee magic. He knew how to make everything we sold here and more, even the specialty drinks. He saw me watching and flipped the whipped cream can in his hands, and dramatically tossed it in the air. Then with a wink, he put the lids on the drinks, and brought them to the front.

"My ladies, may I present your coffee," he said, bowing like a prince. The girls laughed, thanked him, and curtsied back.

It was about noon and business started slowing down, not that there was ever really a rush hour. I went to the back to talk to Caleb as he cleaned up around the kitchen.

"Hey Liz. Business slowing down already?" he asked.

I nodded, and took my hair out of my work ponytail. I brushed it so it laid smoothly against my back, down to my waist. I took off my apron and playfully threw it at him.

I cleared my throat "So, have you thought about what we should do for the project?" I asked.

"Yeah… Well, sorta…" he said, talking slowly as he focused on cleaning the blenders.

I raised one eyebrow, "Oh really? Well then, watcha got?"

He stopped and nervously laughed. "Okay, you got me. I haven't thought of anything."

I laughed, "I figured as much. I'll call Josh and see what he has in mind."

By the time Josh finally made it to the coffee shop, I had already finished my shift. He apologized for taking three hours to get here by claiming he was with his sister as she was taking her drivers test.

Caleb wasn't helping either; he wouldn't stop shooting Josh dirty looks as he set up his laptop. I kicked Caleb in the shins under the table. He winced but Josh didn't see. I couldn't help but giggle when I noticed how lanky and scrawny he looked next to Caleb's athletic build.

Josh was clicking away at his high tech computer, and turned it around to show us a bunch of pages he pulled up on the Internet. He nervously pushed his glasses up his nose. "Okay. So I was doing research on the Internet, and I got to thinking, maybe we could do something on an urban legend."

Caleb snorted at the idea.

"No, that's a really good idea. Something local is a great idea," I said, smiling at Josh. As soon as he looked back at his computer screen, I kicked Caleb again. He tried to hit me and missed. I smiled even wider.

Josh took a deep breath looking up from his screen. "Well, there are tons we could do that originate within a 25 mile radius of here, with the swamp and everything. There's the Reed House, that was in Asheville, Thump Thump Drag in Arden, the Scratch Man-"

"Well if it's an ol' tall tale you're lookin' for, you could do that one 'bout the, uh, the Blair Witch" said a rough, heavily accented southern voice from behind us. Josh immediately shrank into his seat in the unfamiliar presence.

I inwardly rolled my eyes at that boy. "Hello Mr. Collins. How're you and your wife?"

He waved his wrinkled, weathered hand in dismissal. "This ain't 'bout Morgan. Look up the Blair Witch on that Internet. It raised a big ol' fuss a couple years ago when some college kids did one of those video projects on it. If I're you, I'd ask us ol' folks, most of you kids don't know all those ol' stories". He left at that and arthritically walked away, throwing a wave at us over his shoulder.

Caleb was the first to speak. "Well that was strange…"

"Yeah well you know how much time he spends alone, his wife is off taking care of a relative. Anyway, Josh, can you look up that witch? We could see what those kids found and build on that."

He nodded and pushed his glasses up. After a few minutes of vigorous typing and clicking, he raised his hands to his temple with a look of disbelief. He looked at us, unable to speak for a moment.

"You're not going to believe this."