A Spooky Real Incident....!

It was not a cold dream, a spooky real incident.

At 5.57 am, 2^nd Floor C Block, it was a cold winter morning – white patches of dawn yet to emerge in the black snowy skies.  I was running, as usual, for the Company bus which will reach B Block entrance at sharp 5.59 am – a 100 meter brisk walk down the long corridor, then stairs and cross the road to B Block entrance and another 50 meters to reach the road, was my target in less than two minutes. The corridor remained lifeless for most of the days and nights. To reach ground floor from the second floor, usually, I don’t prefer lift as I rely on my sprinting abilities than the unpredictable lift.

But today, when I stepped in exactly at the middle of Cargo lift, its centre sliding doors opened slowly as if to invite me into it. I felt an urge to get into it as the Cargo lifts were comparatively faster than the Pax lifts. I stopped for a microsecond double-mindedly. Lift or Stairs? My intuition was working out the pros and cons of my probable decision. I was petrified that why the lift stopped and opened its doors as no one else were around to switch on the lift and the  lift will never stop at the floor unless someone pressed for it. It almost psyched me and driven me to nuts.

No, it wasn't an empty lift! An unusual slim figure almost 5.7” tall, with an all-blue uniform, top jacket length just till the hips, ideally looks like a girl from Far East Asia or Eastern European origin from her lean figure - standing there rock-steady-still facing the mirror and almost touching it, quite unaware that the lift opened. She was a pretty figure, he thought, without even having a glimpse of her face. One thing I noticed quite strange that her hair was finely cropped till the shoulder level as if to confuse with a boy’s figure. And that too it was off-black, not silky, it looked like as if she was wearing a wig made from shaving brush fiber. I was most surprised when she didn’t even turn back to see me, the handsome figure, fresh from a cold shower when I stood there still for a split second nor did she turn back to press the button to close the lift doors.  I was trying to find an image of her but I could see nothing on the mirror…!!!! 

In a split second, I decided not to take the lift and moved towards the stairs. It was too dark in the stairways; with trembling hands, I somehow switched on the light. My shaking legs were moving uneven as if it were confused to take one or two steps at a time to move faster.  With the kind of speed I was running, I was sure that I could reach down the ground floor before the lift and catch a glimpse of her. He thought of another similar incident when he took the stair case to go the underground car park, an old lady aged about sixty to sixty-five years, standing on the ground floor door. She had hair done as if a book kept open, a straight line in the middle and thick hair flowing to each side. Strangely, one side of hair was complete dark and the other side, completely white. She was wearing a red sari and it was suiting her dark complexion. To top up the spooky image, she had a full fledged smile on her face and was still like wax statue, with her both lines of tooth-set clearly shown. That day too, he clearly remember, somehow he ran past the lady, so quickly like never before, from the ground floor to the minus one floor.   

But when I reached downstairs, I was quite amazed that the lift didn’t reach down….…..scroll down to check out for what would’ve actually happened….!

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It seems, she was the one who got scared when she saw my ‘porcupine head’ and pale face  fresh from the cold shower; and decided to go back to the 3rd floor to reach home fast, with trembling hands and uneven steps through the long, lifeless corridor…..!