The Ninth Floor

I thought the building was just old. Quiet. Ordinary.

I was wrong.

There's no button for the ninth floor in the elevator. At least, not most of the time. But I saw it-once. Flickering where it shouldn't be. No one believed me.

Then things started happening. People I spoke to vanished. Sounds I couldn't place echoed through the walls. And every time I stepped into that elevator, I held my breath.

Because I think the building is watching me.
And whatever's on the ninth floor...

It's not done with me yet.