Part 2Whspers Under The Bed

The lift doors closed again, and it began to descend normally, with no more anomalies.

When it reached the 18th floor, the doors opened again, and still, no one was there.

What was more terrifying was that the doors stayed open for a long time; I pressed the button frantically, but to no avail.

The only reason the doors wouldn’t close was that someone was still trying to get in!

I felt tears prick at my eyes, hesitating to escape the lift, when suddenly the doors shut.

On the 16th floor, the doors opened.

Finally, I saw someone.

It was a middle-aged woman, dressed in red and green, looking very flamboyant, as if she were going to meet a lover.

I was sure she was human.

I felt like I had grasped a lifeline and quickly stepped aside, hoping to ask her for help once she entered.

But she frowned at the lift, mumbling to herself, “Why are there so many people at this hour?”

She took a couple of steps back.

“I’m the only one in here!” I trembled as I told her.

But it seemed she didn’t hear me; until the lift doors closed again, she never got on.

I finally realized—this lift was full of ghosts!

My back instantly went cold, and I hurriedly pressed the button for the 9th floor; I had to get out of here!

I pressed myself against the side of the lift, keeping a wary eye on my surroundings.

9th floor.

As soon as the doors opened, I dashed out.

That was when I noticed a fat man waiting by the door.

Seeing the lift doors open, the fat man stepped inside.

“Don’t go in!” I shouted, “There are ghosts in there!”

The fat man hesitated, looked back at me, but ultimately ignored my warning and entered the lift.

Suddenly, a loud beeping sound echoed in the lift. I knew that sound only occurred when it was overloaded!

There was only the fat man inside; even at his heaviest, he couldn’t be over 300 pounds—how could it be overloaded?

With a confused look, he exited the lift, mumbling, “What a strange experience.”

Finally encountering a living person gave me some sense of security, so I hurriedly approached him and said, “Mate, I—”

“Blimey!” the fat man exclaimed, not waiting for me to finish before he turned and ran back to his flat in sheer panic.

I immediately chased after him.

Even though I didn’t know him, I believed he was the only person who could alleviate my fear at that moment.

Besides, I always felt an inexplicable trust towards fat people, as if I thought all of them were good people.

But that fat man dashed into his flat and slammed the door shut.

I banged on the door, yelling “Help me,” hoping he would come out, but the door remained firmly closed.

Just then, my phone suddenly rang.

I quickly checked; it was Rachel texting me.

“It’s too late; I can’t come alone. What about your boyfriend?”

Despair washed over me as I sat on the floor.

I understood why she wouldn’t come, and given I mentioned a ghost, she probably thought I was joking.

Then I remembered my boyfriend, Tom.

We were in a cold war, but we hadn’t officially broken up.

In such a dangerous and terrifying situation, I couldn’t afford to let my pride keep me from reaching out to him first.

I dialed his number, but he hung up.

I was furious and scared!

How could he still be angry at a time like this?

I quickly sent him a text: “Tom, come save me!”

He finally called back, anxious and asking what was wrong.

“Tom, please come quickly! I’m so scared!”

Tom reassured me, “Don’t be afraid; there’s no such thing as ghosts; it’s all in your head. I’ll be there soon; find somewhere safe to hide.”

I asked, “How long will it take?”

“About an hour; I’m quite far away.”

“An hour?” I stammered, “I’ll be scared to death in an hour!”

“Then I’ll call the police right now; just wait.”

The call ended.

Tom’s voice vanished, and I fell into panic again.

Wait a minute!

Why did Tom just say, “There’s no such thing as ghosts”? I had never mentioned to him that I was encountering a ghost!

Could it be that he was pulling a prank on me to get revenge?