The Elevator Game
The setting was surreal.
On the top of the elevation box was the chair knocked over onto its side.
Next to it was the pool of oil with a straight-line smear leading directly
to the corner of the box where the older brother was still in place,
squashed between it and the wall. He really was there.
It wasn’t a nightmare, and yet, it was.
Finally, things were quiet for about an hour, then, once again, the alarm went off. There just had to be another call. And, oh, how I later wished we could have missed this one. And still do.
As my partner and I approached the dorm's front door, we could see a large crowd gathered. It was silent. Not a sound. Usually, people wanting to be helpful are volunteering information like, 'He’s in the lobby.' This time, on that Reno night, amid all those people, there was nothing, and it was very strange.
The door to the elevator box was open, and it had stopped short of the lobby floor by about a foot and a half. A liquid was dripping from the elevator box's front corner on my left onto the lobby floor, and I looked up to see where it was dripping from.
As I did, at the upper left corner of the box, I came face to face with some 'thing' staring down at me that did not appear to be human. The liquid was oozing out of the 'thing’s' skin as if it was sweating and then collecting at the point of what appeared to be a chin. From there, it dripped onto the floor.
