Thinking about the time I died, I never thought that entering that elevator would kill me.

Nearly a few decades ago, on a completely normal day, I died. It was the most unexpected thing to happen to me. And there wasn’t a way for me to realise it… Until I died.

Well, not that there weren’t any odd things about that particular day. I received a call early in the morning. But I heard only mere silence. Nobody spoke, despite my efforts to unravel the mysterious caller. But of course, I thought nothing of it. To think that call would be so crucial…

Back then, I remember a hard day at work. It tired me completely. I couldn’t even walk properly. My back hurt me endlessly. I usually took the stairs, as to exercise a little. The old office job and my laziness contributed to my weight gaining back then. Hence why I was determined to walk the stairs.

And yet, I ended up doing the other thing. There were reasons as to why I avoided elevators. Besides the whole “I’m fat” excuse, there were bigger excuses. Or actually, a big one. I was simply afraid of the small space. That was it.

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And so I entered the elevator. I do remember being happy that no one was there inside with me. Until that person ran inside, out of nowhere, like a ghost. I realised that I didn’t know this person. That I clearly remember.

As soon as the elevator moved, just a few seconds after, it stopped. The lights flickered. A creepy ringing could be heard in the elevator. Both I and the stranger panicked. But then the lights completely went dark and we were left inside the creepy, silent elevator.

Now I remember this part as if it had lasted for an eternity. But the truth was different. It only lasted for two seconds. The lights came on again. And something inside the elevator changed. When I felt endangered and/or scared, I’d look down.

The only thing that was on the floor of the elevator… was blood. I remember it's crimson red colour, as well as the creepy warmth. It touched my shoes and warmed them up. Although fear almost crippled me, I never let out a single scream of fear. I only looked at the spot where the other person was located.

And what I saw--terrified me slightly. He still breathed and stared at the elevator door like everything was normal. I spoke to him, but he never replied. I touched him, but he never responded. And as I tried to shake him “awake,” his body fell on the floor, lifelessly.

This man was dead. My knees buckled as I dropped on the ground. The warmth of the blood could still be felt. I looked at the man, and he…

His arm twitched. I was convinced that it did. That had to be it. I remember thinking that. And it’s not like I was completely wrong…

And so his other arm twitched.

It twitched and grabbed my left leg.

My phone rang, and all I could hear was: “You will die.”