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The Eight Floor (Chapter 2)
<p>Chapter 2</p><p>The elevator rose.</p><p><br/></p><p>1...</p><p><br/></p><p>2...</p><p><br/></p><p>3...</p><p><br/></p><p>4...</p><p><br/></p><p>5...</p><p><br/></p><p>6...</p><p><br/></p><p>7...</p><p><br/></p><p>Then...</p><p><br/></p><p>8.</p><p><br/></p><p>Ding.</p><p><br/></p><p>The doors slid open.</p><p><br/></p><p>There was a hallway.</p><p><br/></p><p>Perfectly clean. Perfectly lit.</p><p><br/></p><p>I stepped out. The doors closed behind me.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every hotel room door was painted white.</p><p><br/></p><p>Too white.</p><p><br/></p><p>There was no sound.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not that I expected to hear children running around or anything, but it was around ten at night. There should have been something. A little light spilling from beneath a door. Music. A television. Someone talking.</p><p><br/></p><p>Nothing.</p><p><br/></p><p>Just a perfectly lit hallway and perfect stillness.</p><p><br/></p><p>But that wasn't the weirdest part.</p><p><br/></p><p>There were no numbers on the doors.</p><p><br/></p><p>They were completely plain.</p><p><br/></p><p>I looked down at the card in my hand.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe it was floor 3 after all.</p><p><br/></p><p>I looked up.</p><p><br/></p><p>And saw a girl standing at the far end of the hallway.</p><p><br/></p><p>She looked about my age.</p><p><br/></p><p>She was wearing the exact same clothes as me.</p><p><br/></p><p>The exact same hairstyle.</p><p><br/></p><p>I didn't remember seeing her before.</p><p><br/></p><p>Or did I?</p><p><br/></p><p>I stared at her for a moment.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was probably a mirror.</p><p><br/></p><p>The eerie feeling from the hallway was getting to me. That had to be it.</p><p><br/></p><p>I tilted my head slightly.</p><p><br/></p><p>She did the same.</p><p><br/></p><p>I smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>She smiled back.</p><p><br/></p><p>I sighed.</p><p><br/></p><p>Just a mirror.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then she waved.</p><p><br/></p><p>I waved back...</p><p><br/></p><p>Almost.</p><p><br/></p><p>My hand had already begun to rise when I stopped.</p><p><br/></p><p>She had waved first.</p><p><br/></p><p>I slowly lowered my hand.</p><p><br/></p><p>She did the same.</p><p><br/></p><p>Ding.</p><p><br/></p><p>I heard the elevator.</p><p><br/></p><p>I turned.</p><p><br/></p><p>The doors were open, waiting for me.</p><p><br/></p><p>I looked back at the girl.</p><p><br/></p><p>She was gone.</p><p><br/></p><p>I immediately ran into the elevator and pressed the close button as fast as I could.</p><p><br/></p><p>The doors had just closed when I heard a sharp tap against them.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then another.</p><p><br/></p><p>As if someone had just tried to get inside.</p><p><br/></p><p>But they were too late.</p><p><br/></p><p>I stared at the doors.</p><p><br/></p><p>It had come from outside.</p><p><br/></p><p>Who else could it have been?</p><p><br/></p><p>That reflection...</p><p><br/></p><p>If it was a reflection.</p><p><br/></p><p>But honestly, I didn't think a mirror would be placed at the end of a hotel hallway.</p><p><br/></p>
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