I was maybe three or four at the time. I grew up in the city, in an apartment on the 14th floor. The building had a 13th floor, but it was completely deserted. One day while me and my older sister Lili, who was probably 13. Were riding the elevator up to our apartment.
As we reached the 13th floor, the elevator's lights went out and it stopped moving and the doors opened. As we peered into the empty area, we assumed they used for storage, Me and my sister nearly jumped out of our skin.
The elevator immediately began working again. We approached our appartment and ran inside. We never told my mother, nor my father what we saw on the 13th floor.
But what we did see was a large man holding what looked like a gun and red liquid all over the floor.
A/N: I know this is kind of stupid but who cares I had fun writing it so yea.
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