4th-floor elevator mirror
I pressed the elevator button in the basement level 2 parking lot.
The doors opened.
There was no one inside.
A mirror was attached to the front wall.
I pressed the button for the 8th floor.
The doors closed, and the elevator began moving upward.
As it passed the 3rd floor, a cold breeze blew from behind me.
The ventilation fan was off.
The moment the red number on the display changed to 4, the elevator stopped.
The 4th-floor button was not lit.
"Ding-dong."
The doors opened.
All I could see ahead was a concrete wall.
It was a dark hallway with the lights off.
I repeatedly pressed the close button.
The doors did not move.
I looked at the mirror in front of me.
In the mirror, a man in a gray suit was standing behind me.
The man's neck was bent 90 degrees to the right.
I turned around to look behind me.
No one was there.
I looked back at the mirror in front of me.
The man in the mirror had taken one step closer to me.
He stretched his right hand toward my shoulder.
I slammed the close button again.
The elevator doors slowly began to close.
Just before they shut completely, the fingers of the man in the mirror touched my shoulder.
The doors closed, and the elevator moved upward.
As soon as it reached the 8th flo