[For the full enjoyment of reading these stories, read at night, close your lights, and don't look at the corner of your eyes...]
The death of my wife caused me and my sons life to go downhill. This house we lived together with her in, has now become a sour memory for the both of us, it kept reminding us of her. So I decided that we should move out, to leave all of it behind and start anew.
After her death, I lost focus and concentration, I lost motivation to do anything, which climax to me losing my jobs. Selling the house was the best course, emotionally and financially. My son wasn't to keen on the idea but this was best for him, he needs to grow up with a proper life.
I was able to find us a place to live, an apartment complex, that has over 50 floors, and our room? Being at the top, on floor 50.
We walked inside the building, greeting us was the landlord, he told us everything about the apartment complex. It's origins and history, a bunch of boring stuff I couldn't care to remember.
The landlord gave us the key to our room and we parted ways. There were a flight of stairs and elevators we could use to go up. It's late, way past my sons bedtime, and he seems really tired, so the only option was the elevator.
I held my sons hand and we walked to the elevators, carpet on the ground, mirrors surrounding and a rail to hold onto. I looked at the elevator buttons, five whole rows, I pressed on the bottom right, floor 50, which should take us straight to the top.
A Number showing us we were on floor 1 slowly rised as the elevator moves, 2..3..5...8...10...and it stopped. This wasn't right, it was suppose to go straight to the top.
The elevator doors slowly opened, there was nothing but the a wall with the number 10 on it showing us that we were on floor 10. This was very odd, I pressed on floor 50 again, and the doors slowly closed.
My heart dropped, right before the elevator doors fully closed, a woman was peeking through the crack of the elevator door. Shivers were sent down my spine and I held my son tight, he didn't seem to notice.
The elevator started moving up again, the numbers went up, and again it stopped, this time at floor 20, what was going on?
The doors slowly opened, nothing, again, I stand here confused, there's something wrong, my heart rate starts to increase. I pressed on floor 50 again and the doors slowly closed.
Another shiver went down my spine, my son starts holding me tightly, right before the elevator doors closed, a horrible screeched came from the floor. Somethings wrong, something was horribly wrong.
The elevator goes up again, I'm staring intently at the number, 28...29...30...stop. I pick up my son and hold my son tightly, his eyes covered in my shoulder. The elevator door slowly opens. Nothing.
I jam on the button for floor 50, there was something coming, thumping footsteps from down the hallway of floor 30 can be heard getting closer and louder. I jam the button to the point where my finger started to swole.
The elevator doors closed, then a loud bang, shaking from the fear, my son starts to cry. "It's going to be okay, we'll be okay" I hold my son tightly.
Heart beat increasing faster and faster looking at the elevator numbers going up, 39...40...stop, before the elevator doors opened fully, I start jamming the button, the door opened halfway then began to close.
I fall back, absolutely terrified now, long nasty fingers stuck through the elevator right before it closed, and a horrible screech coming from right outside the elevator.
I put down my son, and starting kicking and screaming "Go away, you fucking freak!"
The thing took its finger out screaming out in pain. Elevator doors close, and I fall on my ass. What the fuck is going on. I look at my son, still weeping. I get up and pick up my son "It's going to be okay, we're almost there" then he tugged and my shirt and said
"Papa, please stop"
I looked at him, confused "What's wrong?"
"Papa, I want to see Mama" he starts weeping out, repeating the same words
"I want to see Mama, I want to see Mama"
I'm scared, I'm confused, and I'm sad, I'm lost for word, I don't know what to do anymore. "I want to see your mom to" I hold him crying.
The elevator doors stopped, floor 50, we're finally here. The doors opened and what was on the other side, made my heart drop.
It was our house and standing in front of our house was my wife, she opened her mouth and spoke.
"Please come home"
I looked at my son "Papa let's go home" and look at my wife and back at my son, I nodded. We left the elevator and came face to face with my wife.
"We're home, together again" we hugged each other tightly and the elevator doors closed.