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Creepypasta

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You’ll think I’m crazy. Or just some idiot trolling online. I don’t care. Something happened to me and whether or not you believe me is moot, because it happened to me. It happened.

I don’t want to tell you my name. It doesn’t matter anyway, because you won’t believe me and I don’t want people thinking I’m insane. But maybe my telling will mean something to someone. Maybe this has happened to you too and I’m not just imagining things. God, I really hope I’m just imagining things.

I visit my grandparents every summer. They live in Eastern Europe, in one of those tourist cities where the capital draws in people from all over the world. They live in an old, faded-yellow apartment building.

There’s an elevator that I have to take to get to their floor; the eighth floor. It’s one of those old elevators that most people would probably think wasn’t very safe. The ones where you walk in and it’s super tiny, like just big enough to hold four skinny people if they don’t mind a cuddle. While there is a metal door you need to open to enter, the elevator itself has no doors. So as the elevator rises, you can reach out and run your hand along the passing wall, scraping against your fingernails. I used to like to do that. There’s a little mirror someone has hung on the wall opposite, a square one with a red frame. I used to use it to check my makeup.

Two days ago, I got back a little later than usual. My grandmother buzzed me in. I called the elevator. You can always see it arrive through the little window in the metal door. It makes a loud sound each time it stops. I got in the elevator, hit the eighth floor, and turned around to face the mirror.

While indulging in my little moment of vanity, I noticed something really strange: The elevator was taking longer than usual to get to the eighth floor. I turned and watched the floors fly by. Every once in a while the metal door of the next floor would go by, where someone had scrawled each floor number in marker. Except the numbers were gone and I suddenly realized I had no idea how long the thing had been rising or what floor I was on.

I also began to feel a strange warmth emanating from behind me. I turned back to the mirror and saw nothing peculiar, but the temperature continued to rise until it was uncomfortably clammy. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the heat, like I had been sitting in a sauna for hours. I remember stumbling backwards slightly, my hand reaching back to balance myself and expecting to feel the motion of the walls as they rose and fell. Except what my hand touched wasn’t moving. And it was warm.

The mirror reflected only the same elevator and the same passing wall. I turned around to make sure.

I woke up later inside the elevator, a concerned stranger shaking me awake.

Nobody will believe what I saw when I turned around, so I’m not telling. At least, I’m not telling anyone I know. It was…and this is insane, I know… The elevator; its comfortable chalk walls, the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling, everything familiar had vanished. In its place was a rectangular box with pulsating layers of speckled…something. Like old meat. Like the inside of a mouth. All around me. Then the smell hit me. That’s the last thing I remember before I passed out. The smell. Like puss and rot and vomit and the grave. It hit me hard and I felt my sinuses burning in agony. I was instantly blind with my own tears. Choking on my own bile.

I caught one last glimpse into the mirror, through my stinging eyes. The only thing that stayed. I could see it, reflected inside. I could see my elevator. My nice, normal, elevator. People were getting into it, their faces plainly visible in the sunlight streaming in from outside. Pushing the button for their floor. I wasn’t in it. Around me, the walls began to convulse. There was a sound. Like retching.

Then I was unconscious.

I don’t use the elevator anymore. I take the stairs. I think, maybe, if you see an elevator like this, you should probably take the stairs too. Please, take the stairs too. Please.

Please.

Credit To: Erika Griffin

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  • Venatione

    Well. . . Those elevators are now officially creepy.

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    Rating: +12 (from 16 votes)
  • Merp

    This is creepypasta, not crappypasta. You have so many contradicting sentences and the ending is terrible and confusing.

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    Rating: -19 (from 35 votes)
  • creepypasta reader

    it sounds like it was a mouth

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    Rating: +5 (from 9 votes)
  • creepypasta reader

    it sounds to me like a mouth

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    Rating: +3 (from 7 votes)
  • herp a derp

    I believe you i was haunted by a buffalo soldier!

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    Rating: +4 (from 10 votes)
  • herp a derp

    for sure this has happened to me im only 11.

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  • korilian

    My building has an elevator like that, but I live on the 14th floor, so I’ll risk it :).

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    Rating: +13 (from 13 votes)
  • Yo Mama So Fat…

    Erika Griffin, did you eat any kind of strange mushrooms before taking the elevator?
    Lol.

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    Rating: +10 (from 12 votes)
  • Pickles

    So, you met Lady Gaga in an elevator?

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  • http://creepypasta.com the cake

    haha lady gaga. also, id so get in that elevator. :) sounds lovaly

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  • The Aristane

    Despite what others are saying, this is a great concept. Very original. I really enjoyed it! Your sentences are very fluid, though your grammar is off, somewhat. Maybe you should make more stories like this, and try and connect them- form a sort of mythos, perhaps? You’ve got a lot of potential.

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    • DerpyTurtle

      fluid… like her bile

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  • http://www.elevatormalaysia.com shaun

    I have heard of strange stories but this is scary. At least you woke up to tell about it. Thanks for sharing.

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  • C4KE

    meh.

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  • Endoplasmic Reticulum

    Wait, so this isn’t a normal thing when someone enters an elevator? God damn…

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  • Anonymous

    I saw that somewhere else… perhaps here… I dunno

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  • CreepyPastaer

    So, what I’m getting at is that she was on the other side of the mirror looking into the elevator. This is what I understand but what was the story really suppose to mean?

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  • Anonymous

    The only thing worth noting is just how many times the author uses variations on the phrase “you won’t believe me”. So overused and cliche. Accomplishes nothing.

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  • MrSandman

    “Clammy” generally refers to a setting that is particularly frigid or moist, not incredibly hot. It just confused me.

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  • Username or no username, there is no nameuser

    Wait a second, thast NOT supposed to happen? If the creature you see is the same as i always see, then i understand why you take the stairs. for the curious, the thing is simply indescribable, you simply cna’t descripe the detail, but the main factor is its eyes. They look like normal eyes except for one thing. the iris’s look like dark grey smoke.

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  • little miss black cat

    God’s mouth much? Anyone?

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  • Shadow

    Interesting pasta………I think I’m going to officially avoid elevators for now on. 0.0

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  • Shadow

    I’m officially afraid of elevators now. 0.0

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  • Bananahulk

    BUT WHO WAS GRANDMA

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  • Anonymous

    Honestly could be better. I’m here to get scared and I wasn’t scared. I scare easily so yeah. But I love these made up stories.I might make a story or something just need to think of what to do it about.

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  • PastaSauced

    ‘It smelled like puss…’
    Pretty sure that was supposed to be ‘Pus’, but it totally sent my mind in the wrong direction, so I wasn’t thinking of a ‘mouth’ when it was being described as meaty…maybe a Holy Water douche would have solved everything.

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