Story 78
Elevator
I finished work at 8:00 p.m. and didn’t get back to my apartment until 9:15 p.m.
After checking the mailbox in the entrance, I immediately got into the elevator.
I pressed the button for the 8th floor, stepped back, and was about to lean against the wall.
Then—
A soft, squishy sensation.
My heart jumped violently, thudding in surprise.
I turned around—and a woman was standing there.
Her hair was long, her skin pale. Her nails were long and sharp, almost claw-like. Her expression was blank.
“Ah… sorry.”
I instinctively apologized, but she didn’t respond.
‘That’s strange… I got on at the first floor. Did someone else get on with me? Was anyone in the elevator when I entered?’
I questioned a lot in my mind, but the elevator was already reaching the 8th floor.
I stood in front of the door.
Waiting for it to open.
The moment it opened—
The woman, who had been standing behind me just moments ago, was now standing outside the door.
She grinned, looking directly at me, smiling with a chilling, sinister expression.
