By: Maylin or pugs6878
So we are on the very top floor of the hotel. Floor 10. We got on the elevator to go to the lobby. It stopped on the 7th floor and two African-American men got on. They pressed something I think. The door closed and the elevator didn't go down or up. It was stuck. My grandma said: "Being stuck on an elevator isn't my idea of fun"
The men pressed something and the door opened. The men got off and went into the ice room on the 7th floor. The door closed and the number flashed and started going down. When we got down and heard out the door we went to our car that my brother pulled up. Then men were already down there! I have no idea how they made it down before us.
It was weird.
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The Groupie
Non-FictionA story about some friends. This is all true just isn't a direct story YET
