The Elevator
Some doors were never meant to be opened.

At 2:43 a.m., the silence in the office tower was broken only by the soft hum of the lights and the occasional groan of the ancient elevator. Erica Thorn, an overworked cybersecurity analyst, punched the elevator button with a sigh. She’d stayed too late again. Her fingers still itch from decoding the last anomaly, a strange string of encrypted data that did not belong to any project, and her eyes burned from hours of screen time. As the elevator doors creaked open on the 42nd floor, a tall man in a dark hoodie stood inside, staring at the ground. His face was shadowed because his hood was pulled low. She hesitated. “Going down?”
He gave a slight nod, still not meeting her eyes.
Erica stepped in, pressing the button for the ground floor. The doors closed smoothly. After roaring to life, the elevator abruptly stopped between floors 38 and 37. Under her breath, she bleated. The man didn’t flinch.
She mumbled, trying to keep her voice light, "Elevator stuck." "Have to be the storm." No response.
Erica looked up at him. “You work here?”
He slowly lifted his head. His eyes were icy and unreadable, and his face was pale. “No.”
A chill crept down her spine. She instinctively reached into her coat pocket for her phone—no signal. The emergency button on the panel flickered, but nothing happened when she pressed it.
“You’re Erica Thorn,” the man said suddenly.
She froze. “Do I know you?”
He moved in her direction. “Not yet.”
Erica backed away, bumping into the wall of the elevator. Her mind raced. “What do you want?”
“I’m here because of the anomaly you found.”
Her pulse jumped. “What are you talking about?”
“That string of data? It wasn’t just a glitch. It was a door. And you opened it.”
She yelled, "I didn't open anything." You did, yes. And now it must be closed by someone. He pulled something from his coat—a small device, blinking with a faint red light.
She didn’t recognize it, but it looked dangerous.
She stated, "You are not IT." "Who referred you?" He didn’t answer. Instead, he knelt, pried off the floor panel, and began fiddling with wires beneath.
“Wait!” Erica ran forward quickly. “What are you doing?”
“If I don’t stop it now, they’ll get through.”
“They?”
He looked up. “There’s no time. Either help me, or get out of the way.”
“What is it?”
He gave her his first serious eye contact. “A signal from another system. One that doesn’t belong on this planet.”
Her breath caught. “You’re lying.”
"I wish I was." The elevator groaned again—this time, deeper. A low hum vibrated through the walls, rising in pitch until the lights above them flickered and dimmed. From the speakers came a faint, alien whisper. She was shivering to the bone, but it wasn't a language—just sound. He dropped the device into the shaft, where it began to whine.
Erica kept her ears protected. “What did you just do?”
"Set the frequency back up. That’ll seal the breach—for now.”
The lights returned. The elevator jolted and resumed its descent.
What are you? she asked.
He stood, dusting off his hands. “Let’s just say I monitor doors. And you almost walked through one you shouldn’t have.”
The elevator opened on the ground floor. He stepped out and turned to her.
“Don’t dig into it again, Erica. Or next time, no one comes to fix it.”
And with that, he vanished into the shadows of the lobby.
Erica stood frozen in the elevator, heart pounding. She never even got his name.
But she knew one thing for sure.
The door was still there.
Waiting....

Hey readers don't go please...
Something behind the door is calling you...
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About the Creator
Suborna Paul
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Comments (4)
Informative Writing!!
This is a different, creative-minded person. and well written.
your thinking capacity create interesting story🧐
I love how you blended technology and the supernatural here!