Going Up?
“While on the elevator, my manager murmured, ‘Don’t get off. I ran into my manager on my way into work. He was behaving oddly. As I attempt to exit the elevator when it stops, he grabs my hand. “Please don’t get off.” It awed me. “What?” Why wouldn’t I? He grasped my hand while giving me a frantic expression. “Please, please don’t.”
My wife’s phone pings at that exact moment. “AVOID the elevator!” I thought, ‘What could go wrong?’ and walked out, screwing this terrible joke. I looked around and my wife was standing there. “Why are you in this place?” She had something in a blanket in her hand. Is that, God forbid, a hand? When my wife attempted to stutter out an answer, her face turned white. As we waited there, the blanket started to get redder, but before one of us could say anything, my manager approached me from behind and said, “I told you not to leave the elevator.” After then, everything became dark.”
