The elevator stopped at the 13th floor.
Except of course, there isn't a 13th floor. Except of course, when a 13th floor happens, about once a decade, like an unannounced February 29th.
The door opened. The floor was poorly lit and vacant looking. As always.
There were six of us. People in the know held their breath and made quick sideways eye contact with one another.
We knew from past experience that the door wasn't going to close again until at least one person stepped out, of their own free will.
And you didn't want to dawdle too long with the door open, because *they* eventually show up. We've all seen the "Red Friday" security camera footage, and wished we hadn't.
There's a reason it's banned on YouTube.
Two young men leaned forward and tentatively said "Hello? Hello?" into the unechoing dimness. Outsiders, possibly tourists. About to let their curiosity get the best of them. Good.
One of them looked back at me. I gave a casual shrug. It was against the rules to trick them, but this was acceptable non-interference.
They ventured out of the elevator to peek around a bit. I'm told that for some reason, no one ever looks backward or reacts to the sound of the doors closing behind them. I wonder why.
Maybe we'll find out some day, if anyone ever comes back.
(Inspired by [The Haunted Elevator](http://www.reddit.com/r/shortscarystories/comments/20p24y/the_haunted_elevator/))