I hate being in crowds when it’s hot. Fucking hate it. I’m
exhausted from work, and then I have to ride the damn rush hour train
home. I stagger back to my apartment building and waited for the
elevator. There’s another goddamn crowd here.
An old woman and her husband, two kids in elementary school, a
college student, a businessman in a suit, and a mom with a kid on her
back and another holding her hand.
We all got inside, and just as the doors are about to close,
this cute girl in a white dress slips past them. The weight buzzer goes
off. Well, that makes sense, this thing’s got a limit of 9 adults. She
looks embarrassed and tries to get off, but I smiled and stepped out of
the elevator.
As the doors close, she’s smiling back at me. Very cute. I
honestly didn’t want to be stuck on a full elevator, but still, it’s
totally worth it.
I took the next elevator up and went back to my place. The TV’s
on, and the news is talking about some chick that’s gone missing.
What makes this story creepy?
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