Short Horror Stories

Elevating

Vacation.

The best time of the year, to me personally at least.

I don't hate my job, but sometimes I'm just bored of doing the same thing all year long.

Of course it brings food to the table, but still, you can probably relate.

It's late and my best friend, Casey, and I are headed to our hotel for the night.

The flight was pretty long, but we got to see many great things on our way here.

We've had so many conversations, both trivial and deep, but now we both remain in silence, walking slowly up to the building we will be spending the night.

A familiar looking building appears before us.

"It's here." I whisper.

"Finally." She sighs happily.

It's well-lit outside and the front office is still open even though it's so late.

I open the door and we drag ourselves inside.

A lady behind the counter smiles at us in a friendly manner.

"We made a reservation." I mumble with all the power I can muster. I smile back at her.

The lady ticks with a pen against the computer screen next to her. "Let's see..."

"Is your name Jessa?"

I nod: "Yup that's me." While I hand her my passport.

"Great! Here's your room key." She hands me a keycard.

"Thanks..."

"If you need anything, you can visit us anytime!"

I'm thankful for the cheerful desk lady. I already thought that there might be someone grumpy, who would scold us for being too late.

Our plane had been delayed so we aren't exactly on time, but we called when we heard it, so she might have been waiting for us specifically.

"Let's go to our room then." Casey says while walking towards the elevator.

Without speaking we already agreed on not taking the stairs right now, that would just be too much.

She presses the button on the outside and we hear a soft 'thing', letting us know that the elevator is coming down for us.

I look around, it really looks as fancy as I had seen in the pictures online.

When booking I made sure that it had good reviews and was shown to be trustworthy, triple checking everything.

Another soft jingle, letting us know that it has arrived.

The two doors open and we're greeted by an strangely old looking elevator.

Somehow it looks out of place compared to the rest of the hotel, but we're too tired to think anything of it and just enter it.

I press the button to our floor and the doors close.

"Isn't it strange?" Casey asks.

"What do you mean?"

She hesitates for a moment but then answers: "Doesn't the interior of the elevator not fit the hotel at all? It looks so old."