Friday Scary Story, September 26

Do you listen to your gut?

If it says run?  Do you run?

Sometimes I don't.



After work, I waited by the elevator.

It is the sixth floor.

From the corner of my eye, I see a dark object.  It glides over unnaturally, as if floating.

It is a man.

He is extremely thin, and tall.  He is so hunched over that he looks like a candy cane.

It is 100 degrees outside, and it is odd that he is heavily cloaked in black, and is wearing a wide brimmed black felt hat.

My intuition warnings are loud.  I feel very strongly that I should not get on the elevator with him.

I ignore my gut, and tell myself nothing will happen.

I get on.  My gut still hurts.

As we slowly hit floor four, he unkinks his body and stands straight and tall.  Directly facing me.  He stares me right in the eyes, and says, "I could get off on the fourth floor and jump off the building."

I do not move.  I do not respond.  I do not want to imprint on this man's mind, or being.

The elevator stops at floor three.  A woman get on and stands between us.  As she steps in, he shrinks back into his candy cane shape, hunched over and pathetic.

What would you do?