The Elevator

Your Side Of The Story

          Two weeks had passed since you had had that conversation with Emilia. The man from the elevator started to be around more, popping up every place you go. To the store, work, the park, everywhere and anywhere, no location was off-limits for him to show up at besides your apartment. However, the apartment was not all safe because the shadow began to be in every spot of your apartment. It started to become typical to see them. They always seemed to get closer and closer to you every day but never actually touched you. On top of all that, you started to have more dreams that had got worse. You would wake up the same as you did that first morning, unable to catch your breath, feeling like you are being strangled, but you could never remember what happened in those dreams. You just knew they had to be terrible for you to be waking up like that. 

Two weeks and everything got worse and worse. You had been working through those two whole weeks, hoping that would help distract you from everything, but because of the man always being there, you never got a break from it all. It was always on your mind. Finally, you had decided to take a week's vacation off of work. Try to get away from all of this. 

On the first day of your week off, you decided to start packing so you could have all your stuff together and packed away. It was noon by the time you finished packing all your clothing up.YOu decided that maybe you should take a quick shower; you have not taken one since that day. You get undressed and turn on the water to warm it up before entering, and after a couple of minutes of the water warming up, you get prepared mentally for entering the shower again. You heard a loud knock at your door. You were not expecting anyone, who of what could it be now. So you put on your robe and head over to the door. You look through the peephole and see two cops. You freak out, and immediately you answer the door.

"Hello, miss Emiliana, I am Officer Louis, and this is my partner, Officer Harry. Do you have a moment to speak to us?" Said Officer Louis.

"Hello, yes, I have a moment. Would you guys like to come in and sit down? I can bring you a drink if you are feeling thirsty." You said, unsure of what was about to come.

You all head into your apartment and sit on the couch. Once the officers start talking, you hear some news you never thought you would ever have to hear. It was about your dad. You have not seen him or heard from him in a long time. 

"I am sorry, but your dad was found dead from suicide by hanging two weeks ago." Said Officer Harry.

After the conversation ends, the officers leave your apartment, and you still sit on the couch in disbelief. Two weeks ago. The same day that everything had started to happen to you. Were these two events connected somehow? Did this all have some deeper meaning behind it? You had no clue, but now you had to cancel your vacation and go down to his house to collect his belongings. You have not talked to your family in years; after moving out, you had not seen anyone from your dad's side of the family. It has been even longer since you had talked to anyone on your mother's side of the family. It would also be the first time you will see that house in six years. You now have to repack take-out items that can not be used, like bathing suits for this unexpected trip. You also have to call and book a hotel to stay at, the last thing you want to do is sleep in your father's house. So you make some calls for canceling your plan, hoping and praying that you can get some of the money back, and call to book your new hotel.

Furthermore, that night at 10 pm, you leave to start making the trip to your hotel so you can drop your stuff off and try to get some sleep before heading to your father's house. Your dad lives three hours away from you. You started to feel uneasy on the drive, and the roads seemed never to end. Three hours felt like seven; as you get closer to your designation, memories start popping up in your mind. Precisely when you pass by the park, your dad would always take you there and push you on the swings. However, there is the last memory of this road, the last time you drove on it. It was the last day you saw your father. The day you left home, you did not know where you were going, but you knew you had to get away. You and your father fought that whole week leading up to that day. You never thought you would be back on this road or back to this house, but here you are. 

You reach the hotel and check in. You immediately put your bags down and head straight to bed to rest your head down for the night. At least you got away from your apartment for a night.