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“Am I wrong for not telling anyone what happened in the elevator?” I got into the elevator after school. I was alone… I think. A man was already inside. He didn’t press any buttons. He just stood there, facing the door. Halfway up, the elevator stopped. Lights flickered. Then I heard something on the roof. Scratch… scratch… Like something crawling above us. I looked at the man. He whispered: “Don’t look up.” The elevator jolted. THUD. Something landed on top. The lights went out. W