A late at evening, a person walked into his elevator in the building he lived in. He hit the button to go up the 7th floor. He leaned back and looked at the mirror that was hanging up on the wall.

Then he stopped and froze.

There was a second person behind him, a large man wearing a dark-colored suit with no expression. His heart raced while he spun around however the elevator was empty.

He turned his back towards the mirror face stood there looking at him directly.

The elevator stopped and jolted. The doors opened however, instead of the well light-filled hallway on the seventh level, the person was confronted with dark, pitch-blackness. The wires were visible over the ceiling. Concrete bars stretched in shadows. The floor wasn’t completed, like a flooring which was never intended to ever exist.

He pressed”close “close” button in a anxiety, but the mirrored reflection stopped moving. The glass’s owner simply did a little smile.