After working overtime until early in the morning, I walked into the elevator alone.
The face reflected in the mirror suddenly turned into that of a strange woman, with bleeding from all her orifices.
I pressed the button hurriedly, and all the floor buttons flashed crazily and then went out.
When the call for help was answered on the phone, my own frightened cry for help came from the other end of the phone.
The elevator began to ooze blood, and its inner walls became warm and fleshy.
I beat the wall desperately and found a line of blood writing: "She is behind you."
The moment I turned around, there was a faint light coming from the crack of the elevator door.
A cold voice sounded: "Welcome.
