The Elevator That Skipped the 7th Floor
A modern building hides a floor that no one is meant to see
A New Job in a Tall Building
When Farhan landed his new job at the prestigious Echelon Towers, he couldn’t believe his luck. The company was top-notch, the pay was solid, and the office was on the 14th floor of a sleek high-rise downtown. It was the kind of job you tell your relatives about with pride.
On his first day, he wore his best shirt, arrived ten minutes early, and stepped into the building’s shiny chrome elevator. He pressed 14, watching the soft blue light blink. But something strange caught his eye.
The elevator panel read:
G, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9…
Farhan frowned.
Where’s 7?
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A Missing Floor
At lunch, curiosity got the better of him. He asked his new coworker, Sana, about the missing floor.
“Oh,” she said with a shrug, “there’s no 7th floor here.”
“That’s what I saw,” he replied. “But why?”
“Old superstition, maybe?” she guessed. “Like how some buildings skip the 13th floor. Who knows? I just take the stairs most days.”
Still, something didn’t sit right with Farhan. The building was modern, logical, precise. Skipping a floor felt like a glitch in a place built for perfection.
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An Accidental Stop
Two weeks into the job, Farhan worked late. The office was empty, the halls quiet. He packed his bag, yawned, and called the elevator.
As the doors slid open, he stepped in and pressed G for ground.
But instead of going down, the elevator jerked.
It stopped.
The panel read: 7.
His breath caught.
There was no button for 7. Yet here he was.
The doors opened slowly.
A dim corridor stretched before him. Dust floated in the stale air. The lights were low, flickering.
Farhan should’ve stayed inside. Should’ve pressed Close.
But curiosity wins over caution more often than it should.
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The Forgotten Floor
The hallway looked abandoned. Old wooden doors lined both sides. There were no signs, no office numbers, no nameplates.
He took cautious steps.
A soft humming echoed down the corridor, like electricity buzzing through faulty wires.
Then he heard it:
Click.
A door creaked open on its own.
Inside was a room frozen in time.
Old filing cabinets, rotary phones, typewriters. Paper scattered across desks like people had left in a hurry — and never returned.
He picked up a paper dated May 1974.
Farhan felt a chill run down his spine. This was impossible. The building was constructed in 1998.
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Whispers in the Dark
He turned to leave but found the corridor darker now. The flickering lights had gone out behind him.
And then… footsteps.
Not his.
Steady, slow, deliberate.
Farhan backed away, heart pounding.
A whisper crawled through the silence:
“You’re not supposed to be here…”
He spun around. No one there.
He ran back to the elevator.
Pressed the button.
Pressed it again.
Nothing.
The hallway seemed longer now, warped, like the building was breathing — stretching.
He banged on the doors, panic rising in his chest.
Then the panel blinked.
G.
The elevator door opened. Bright lights. Normal panel. Normal floor numbers — minus 7.
He rushed in and didn’t look back.
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A Closed Mouth Gathers No Dust
The next morning, Farhan told no one.
Not his boss. Not Sana.
But he did his research. He found no blueprints for a 7th floor. No old articles. Nothing.
Like it never existed.
He even asked building security.
“Sir,” the guard said firmly, “Echelon Towers has no 7th floor. It never did.”
“But I was—”
The guard gave him a look that said, Drop it.
Farhan nodded and walked away.
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One Last Glance
A month later, Farhan quit the job.
He told people it was too stressful. Not the right fit.
But the truth was, every night he worked late, the elevator would pause.
Just for a second.
Right between floors 6 and 8.
Once, when he glanced at the panel, he saw a flash — just a glitch — but he swore it read:
"Welcome back."
He never took that elevator again.
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Still There
The Echelon Towers still stands.
People go to work. Ride the elevators. Live their normal lives.
But every once in a while, late at night, someone hits the button for floor 8…
…and the elevator stops on a floor that doesn’t exist.
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So nice
I really enjoyed this! So chilling and mysterious!