The elevator closed, and Jake rolled his eyes.
“This doesn’t prove anything…” The taller teen stated.
David whistled as he looked around. Jake playfully punched his shoulder, as David grinned back and in mock-innocence put his hands up.
“I didn’t say anything,” he said, but the smirk on his features betrayed his words as Jake crossed his arms.
“Sure ya didn’t,” Jake responded, unamused.
The elevator dinged, and seconds later the doors opened. The two boys were surprised to find that they couldn’t see anything ahead. It was pitch black. David turned to Jake, who shrugged, and then gestured to investigate. The two stepped out of the elevator, and it closed behind them before returning to the first floor, probably to get someone who actually needed it.
“You have your phone?” David asked, and Jake responded with a rectangular box of light shining up towards his face, illuminating it.
“Lemme just turn on the flashlight real quick…and…done!” He said finally, exasperated by the amount of work he had to do. He locked his phone and tried to light up their surroundings.
“Wait-” David started, “Let me help ya.”
The senior pulled out his phone and put his flashlight on too. Jake stared in confusion.
“Woah, wait a second. What was the point of me pulling mine out?”
David smirked, “Yours has more battery than mine.”
Jake rolled his eyes, “Of course.” He teased.
Both boys made their way forward, looking at the fourth floor with newfound interest and their flashlights being the only light source on the entire level. The floors were bare- subflooring exposed beneath the teens’ feet. They shuddered at how cold and vacant the place was, the walls were bare and the only evidence of this being a floor was the corners of the room matched with the corners of the building.
They were in a cold, dark, empty cube. As they drew closer to the side opposite of the elevator, the pair began to see papers and flyers scattered on the ground. Soon, they were everywhere – the trail of papers made it look like something out of a horror movie. Jake stopped as he saw a clear liquid sitting in a plastic cup. He brought David’s attention to it, and then turned around to walk back. David, realizing what was going on, spun around and called:
“Where are you going?”
Jake stopped and turned back, deadpanning, “You know who dies in horror movies first, right?”
David frowned. He didn’t mean to coerce his friend into coming this far. Hell, he thought Jake was all for it. But he trusted his friend’s instinct. Plus, if anything happened – he’d be held personally responsible for both of them.
David sighed.
“You’re right, let’s head back. We came, saw this floor was bare, and now we go.”
Jake just nodded approvingly.
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