Sixth Floor
Michelle,
My third eye might be more open than ever.
The apartment elevator has this weird habit. Most of the time, I don’t notice anything. Press the button, get in, and get off. No worries. But every time someone gets in with me and then steps off on an earlier floor, it takes 2 minutes before the door closes. Ok I’m exaggerating, but try pressing the “Door Close” button 27 times when you’re hurrying to take a leak!
The scientist in me tells me that I should compare the time it takes for the door to close when I’m waiting, versus how long it takes when I get off. Of course you never really remember to do that (plus when you do, chances are you’re not wearing a coach’s stopwatch around your neck).
Getting home from the office, everything was normal. Walk through the door, pull out my left earplug, and say hi to the security guard. Press the button, see no one there, and get in. Everything was normal.
Except this time I remembered Project Stopwatch. So right after stepping out, I turned around.
And there he was. Someone was in the elevator. He looked like a college student. White guy, short blond hair, wearing a shirt and jeans.
I got chills all over my body. My hair had goosebumps. And I couldn’t take my eyes off the ghost. I kept waiting for something to happen. (Waiting for him to either slowly fade away, look up and give me one of those scary looks, or turn into Freddie Krueger and slice me up.) But he just stood there, not looking at me. And then the door closed, and the moment was finally over.
I ran like the little girl I am, locked the doors, and opened the doors to let in as much sunshine as possible.
Then I just sat in the sofa for several minutes, thinking. Did I really just see a ghost? Did someone drug my lunch? Did I really just see a ghost? Maybe I didn’t see him when I walked in. Did I really just see a ghost? Didn’t’ look like your typical ghost - sure wasn’t no Asian girl.
So my third eye is more open than ever. I’ve seen stuff before, but never in the Haley Joel Osment level.
Oh, and I didn’t notice how long it took for the elevator to close. Maybe tomorrow.
With one eye open,
D.