Spookyness

Hungry

*Credit to Twilight Sparrow on Reddit*

I wouldn't read this if you ate not long ago or are going to eat within the next half hour.....

As a doctor, I’m bound by doctor-patient privilege to not disclose the specifics of what I’m about to tell you. But as a human being, I feel compelled to share. This is, without a doubt, the most horrific story I’ve ever had the displeasure of being a part of.

It was 2009, and my schedule that day was light. I was just finishing up my lunch when I got a call from a friend and colleague who had his own practice in the same building as me. Sometimes we would send work each other’s way when we knew the other could use it. I was a bit elated at the prospect of him calling me because I had just been going over my books and stressing a bit.

“Are you busy right now? I’d like to send someone up to you,” he said.

“No, my afternoon is barren. What are the details?”

“It’s a walk-in. From the look of it, an eating disorder. Her mother is concerned.”

Eating disorder. Those can be unpleasant. I’d actually had a bulimic throw up in my office once when I stepped out momentarily to check my calendar. Still, I needed the work.

“Alright, send her up.”

I tried to tidy up my desk to make my office look more presentable and professional while I waited. Ten minutes ticked by and no patient showed up, so I stepped out to go looking for her. When I got to the hall, there was a small contingent of people standing around the elevator. They were talking amongst themselves.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“The elevator’s broke,” someone said.

Shit, I bet she’s on there, I thought.

“What floor is it stuck on?”

“The tenth and eleventh.”

Yeah, that would be about right. My colleague’s office was on the tenth, three floors down. I knew from experience that it could be anywhere up to an hour before they got the elevator working again. I hoped she wasn’t claustrophobic. Returning to my office, I called downstairs.

“What’s up?” my colleague asked after picking up.

“She’s stuck in the elevator.”

He laughed. “Really? Poor thing.”

“What’s her name?”

“Amelia.” he paused. “Amelia D-something.”

“Alright, thanks. If you got any impressions on her from your brief visit, maybe you can share them later, over drinks?”

“Sure, I—”

“Don’t tell me. I want to form my own opinion first.”

“Okay.”

True to form, an hour and ten minutes later, I heard a loud cheer from the hallway, indicating the elevator had started working again.

I should go make sure she’s alright, I thought to myself, and went out to join the throng of people standing around in the hallway.

There were a lot more people by then, and I couldn’t make my way to the elevator doors or even see them from where I was, but I could hear it when the elevator dinged indicating it was stopping on our floor and the rolling mechanical sound of the doors opening.

There was a loud gasp from the crowd of people, followed by a lot of jabbering.

“Holy shit!” someone said quite loudly.