Flash Fiction Fridays

Elevator

The elevator doors parted, and I stepped inside. Pressing M for Main, the doors closed, and I began my descent.

"Ohh."

My brow furrowed.

No one was in the elevator with me.

"Ohhhhh!"

I blushed. I could hear the people from the elevator beside mine. How embarrassing!

"Wait. Ouch. Hold on."

The elevator jolted to a stop. The lights flickered and went out. The emergency lights glowed dimly.

I wondered if the power had gone out. I sighed.

"I know what you did." The male's voice sounded in my ear, and I gasped.

I was still alone. The car beside me must've stopped too.

"What do you mean?" The high pitched female's voice asked.

Something hit the wall. I jumped.

"You know, bitch."

"Oh. You know."

"Yeah, I know."

"Then, why didn't you tell me? Why come here to me?" She sounded angry now.

"I had to see you…to make certain."

"Let go of me. You're hurting me."

I heard a slap. I didn't know who slapped whom.

"You can't get away with what you've done, Yvette."

"You have no proof. None. You hear me."

The lights flickered again. The elevator hummed and began moving.

"No, I don't, but I don't need any proof."

She laughed, but it was cut off. "What? No, no!"

Bang!

I leaped away from the elevator wall. Was that a gunshot?

Level Two.

Level One.

Main Floor.

The doors opened. The floor was quiet. I didn't see anyone.

I bolted out the elevator and heard another ding. The other one had stopped. I turned, unable to look away but wanting to run for it all the same.

The doors slid open.

BANG!