Creepy Stories

Elevator Shaft

The Elevator Shaft is a scary ghost story about an elevator in an apartment building that seems to be malfunctioning.

Elevator Shaft

A few years ago, I lived an old apartment building in a bad part of town. One evening, I came home late from work and saw a crowd gathered near the entrance. When I asked them what was going on, someone told me that an old man had been found dead on the top floor. He had lived in the building all his life and nobody knew what happened to him. His heart just stopped.

About a week later, I came home late again and when I was going up in the elevator, I heard the sound of knocking in the elevator shaft. At the time, I didn’t think much about it. The apartment building was quite old and the elevator was sometimes out of service. I assumed it was just some workmen doing repairs.

The next day, one of my neighbors told me what had happened. There was a beautiful young woman who lived on the floor above us. The neighbor told me that the girl was in the hospital. She had been found that morning, lying on the stairs, close to the elevator. Why she was lying there, no one knew. She wasn’t able to talk and she was just staring into space as if she was in a trance. Nobody could understand what had happened to her.

A few days later I returned home, late as usual. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for my floor. The elevator began to ascend, but when it got to my floor, the doors only opened halfway before they got stuck. Suddenly, the overhead light went out and I was plunged into darkness.

As I stood there in the pitch darkness, listening to the eerie silence, I was a bit frightened. All of a sudden, I heard something scratching against the top of the elevator. It wasn’t very loud, but in the silence I could hear it very clearly.

Eeeeeeek…. Eeeeeeek… Eeeeeeek…

The situation was very creepy. I got so scared that I grabbed the doors with both hands and tried to pull them apart. I managed to squeeze myself through the doors and I jumped out into the corridor.

As soon as I was clear of the doors, I heard a metallic groan and then a loud snap. When I turned around, the elevator suddenly fell about 4 inches. I was glad to be out of there.

Just then, I heard faint laughter. It sounded like the laugh of a child. There was a loud bang and the elevator jerked, as if it was hit with a tremendous force from above. It fell down a bit more. In the gap between the elevator and the ceiling, I saw a small hand emerge from the darkness. It was the hand of a child.
I backed up against the wall, unable to move. There was a terrible screech and as I watched, the gap grew bigger. In the dim light, I could clearly make out a face peering out of the gap. It was the face of a young boy, about 8 or 9 years old. He looked straight at me and smiled.

I was trembling with fear and then he turned and I saw that half of his head was simply not there. It was just a bloody mess.

I let out a scream and ran down the stairs. I kept running until I got to the bottom and then I fled out onto the street. I was too scared to go home, so I spent the night at a friend’s house and didn’t return until it was dawn.

After this terrible incident, I spoke to some of the old people who lived in the building. They told me that, years ago, two young boys had been playing in the elevator shaft.They were standing on top of the elevator and riding it between floors.

One of them quickly changed his mind because he thought it was too dangerous. He came out of the elevator shaft, but the second boy was much more reckless. He stayed inside. A few minutes later, someone got onto the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. The elevator went up and the boy was crushed against the ceiling.

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