Horror

12th Floor

Living on the 12th floor wasn't bad, the view over the
busy city was pleasant to look at. The only problem
was those elevators. I have bad sinuses you see, and
the pressure of descending quickly gives me
headaches. But it passes, so it's an easy sacrifice. I
waited for the elevator to arrive on my floor; it always
takes awhile. After a while, I got impatient and started
fumbling around with my pockets. While I was
fondling the keys in my pocket I realized one of the
elevators had already arrived, doors wide open even. I
hadn't heard the ping of the floor indicator, nor heard
the doors creak open. I shrugged it off and went
inside. I should have left the elevator then and taken
the stairs.
The air was immediately denser, hot and sticky. The
faint stench of onions tickled at my nostrils, but I
figured it was some dirty neighbor's lingering odor.
Again I had noticed that the doors had moved without
my noticing, as the warm natural light was now gone.
The elevator jumped for a second before descending,
the creaking of the walls and cable jolted my nerves.
The pressure in my ears slowly began to build,
although this time it gradually formed into a horrible
migraine, pushing in on my temples.
The floor indicator reads 12. How was that possible?
The elevator was obviously broken, and suddenly I
feared it would drop. The trip was taking much longer
than expected, and I was very eager to get off this
fucking thing, but it kept rattling as it went further
and further down. The lights flickered out and died,
leaving me in complete darkness. The air was getting
noticeably heavier, and the smell of decaying fruit
filled my nose and mouth. It was almost too much to
bear. I began to cough and gag. I needed to escape.
I began banging on the walls, shouting, screaming for
help, but nothing. No reply; it was if the metal casing
had taken me somewhere else. The elevator suddenly
bounced and lurched to a stop, the sound of its
shrieking brakes echoing through the shaft. The
indicator displayed a bright red "G," the only light I
could see. How long did it take? Doesn't matter, at
least I'm about to get out. The doors shuddered and
crept open.
There was barely any light in what looked like the
lobby, but I could make out something wet coating
the walls: a red, spongy fungus. There were no people
in sight, only a few discarded items of clothing, bags,
and groceries. I slowly ventured out into this dark
room, the floor squishing beneath my steps. I felt a
slight breeze coming from just ahead, so I inched
forward to discover the source.
I could just make out a large black hole in the center
of the large hall. Emanating from the gaping maw was
the heavy sound of something... breathing?
Something behind me clinked. I spun around to see a
mug rolling on a table, and what looked like a pale
foot disappear into a doorway. Quiet tapping echoed
all around me. Wherever I am, I am not alone.