Short scary stories

2nd floor

Lobby, 3 4 5 6 7 8.....28
Those are the floors of my apartment building. I always wonder what's wrong with this apartment. There's no 2nd floor. There's Never been a 2nd floor and will never get one.
Of course everyone says there's no second floor, but I know there is. Everyone says that the apartment's 2nd floor used to be a cemetery, but I know it isn't. I've been on the 2nd floor. In fact, I live there. People ignore me whenever I tell them there is a 2nd floor, they look at me like they're scared or as if they fear me or something. I don't get some of the people in this apartment, the ones that wear white never tell jokes.
Sometimes, the apartment building people in white chase after me with jars of candies trying to be friends with me and sometimes, they just yell at me.
I never take candies from them, even I know that. I can't trust strangers and obviously never accept anything from them.
I'm always carefree and at my own pace in life.

Even today, I'm just wondering around the apartment's 2nd floor knocking on my friends' doors hoping that one of them would come out today. But no luck.
I go up to the 3rd floor and a bunch of people are walking and wondering just like me. I guess still no luck of finding a friend today again.

But just then a guy wearing white came up to me and grabbed me in to the elevator.
"What are you doing" I yelled
"Take your medicine!" Yelled back the man.
Then he stuffed a piece of bitter candy in to my mouth and I panicked. But everything was coming together.
I didn't have any friends on the 2nd floor. I didn't know anybody in this apartment. The 2nd floor didn't exist. I wasn't living with a bunch of white clothed people, they were doctors.

This wasn't an apartment, this was a mental hospital.