The Elevator Skipped My Floor—But Stopped Anyway
Midnight, alone in my building’s elevator. I pressed 14, watched the numbers climb. At 12, the lights flickered. The elevator slowed, then stopped—floor 13, which doesn’t exist here.
The doors slid open. A hallway stretched out, impossibly long, lined with doors I’d never seen. The air tasted metallic, thick. I heard footsteps—bare, dragging—echoing toward me. My finger jammed the "close" button. The doors resisted, shuddered, then snapped shut.
When I reached 14, my reflection in the mirrored wall lagged a second behind. I haven’t used the elevator since. I still hear those footsteps at night, pacing just above my ceiling.
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