Story 126
Grinning
I live on the 25th floor of an apartment building. Every time I move between floors, I use the elevator.
This is a story from one evening when I was returning home.
I was waiting alone at the entrance, planning to take the elevator as usual. After a while, the doors opened, and a person stepped out just as I was about to get in.
As we passed each other, they looked at me with a grinning face. It was the kind of grin that made me feel incredibly uneasyâbut I told myself not to pay too much attention and stepped into the empty elevator.
Once the doors closed, the elevator quietly ascended, taking me straight to the 25th floor without stopping once.
The doors opened, and I passed by that person again. They looked at my faceâand were grinning.
