Admins Note: This story was titled The Hell Floor and really tingles your instincts. The elevator stopped at the 13th floor. Except of course, there isnt a 13th floor. Except of course, when a 13th floor happens, about once a decade, like an unannounced February 29th. The door opened. The floor was poorly lit and vacant looking. As always. There were six of us. People in the know held their breath and made quick sideways eye contact with one another. We knew from past experience that the door wasnt going to close again until at least one person stepped out, of their own free will. And you didnt want to dawdle too long with the door open, because they eventually show up. Weve all seen the Red Friday security camera footage, and wished we hadnt. Theres a reason its banned on YouTube. Two young men leaned forward and tentatively said Hello? Hello? into the unechoing dimness. Outsiders, possibly tourists. About to let their curiosity get the best of them. Good. One of them looked back at me. I gave a casual shrug. It was against the rules to trick them, but this was acceptable non-interference. They ventured out of the elevator to peek around a bit. Im told that for some reason, no one ever looks backward or reacts to the sound of the doors closing behind them. I wonder why. Maybe well find out some day, if anyone ever comes back.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 19:07:11 +0000
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