Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32065699-20170521143951

You return to your apartment at three AM after a night outside with friends. You take a look at the stairs thinking that arriving to the seventh floor by those would be quite the task, then you call the elevator.

It comes down after a longer wait than usual, you enter it and press the button with a seven on it. The door closes and you start going up while as usual the elevator music starts playing.

You quickly realize that it's not at all the usual elevator music. Along with the normal rhythm you hear what seem like whispers. Initially you think you're imagining everything, but the whispers rapidly become screams that keep getting louder.

You panic. Not only do you have no idea what is going on, the screams are becoming deafening; they reverberate in your head that feels like it's about to explode. You cuddle up in a corner and close your ears, but it's useless.

Just when you've reached the brink of madness, the elevator stops. Hidden by the hellish screams now louder than ever, the music also stopped. Before the door in front of you opens, you finally realize what was happening: the screams weren't getting louder, you were just getting closer and closer to them.

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This is a creepypasta I wrote on an Italian forum and then decided to bring it here, but it was deleted. Guess you have different quality standards. Anyways, I'd like to receive some comments; I don't know exactly if the story was deleted because of grammar-related issues or bad plot.  