Fuck I'm still freaking out. I came back from Popeye's today with him and seeing Najiah and her boyfriend. It was around 11 pm. I went to the lobby area in my condo and stopped by my mailbox to check out any new mail. As I was checking it out, an old man with a cap and glasses clad in black was walking towards the lift (covered by pretty marble wall).
I heard his footsteps and I heard him enter the lift (you know, the creaking sound it makes when the weight shifts). I heard him pressing the button so the door would open for me so barely 5 seconds later I headed off to the lift A (lift B was at the 8th floor, at a quick glance) - and get this - NOBODY WAS IN THE LIFT. Shit, my heart stopped for a while.
There's no other way the guy could have gone away. I heard him enter the lift. I heard his footsteps!! Now I'm freaking out. After living in this condo for nearly twelve years (it's situated next to a graveyard) I finally experience something unexplainable.
Ughhh. And haha sorry for the crappy illustration. Thanks to Paint!