Scary stories for the night. Scary stories and mystical stories

In our house, the elevator often breaks down, so all the old men and women, pregnant women and mothers with strollers have long been accustomed to this situation. I live on the 23rd floor and it just so happens that I'm used to running on foot, and if the elevator is working (and this is very rare), no one rides it, maybe only a couple of new guests, but as soon as they pass there .. more to this house don't come.

My friends have always wondered why I walk when the elevator is working - to which I replied.
- Once, when we just bought an apartment here, I was returning home from school, I was tired and the elevator was working, at that moment I was not used to driving to the 23rd floor and it seemed an overwhelming task. I pressed the call button and waited for the elevator. When the door opened, a girl came out of it, her eyes were round like plates, her pupils were large and her hair stood on end, her right hand hung and twitched, there was no light in the elevator and I was a little scared to go there (the elevator is very large and mirrored). Well, I haven't ridden one since.
- What is straight never never? friends were surprised.
- Never. I replied.

Nobody wanted to leave it and we decided that as soon as the elevator was working, I would give them a sign and we would all ride the elevator together. Weeks passed and the elevator did not work, we decided to go to the elevator operator and for a pack of cigarettes and beer, he agreed to turn on the elevator. But he told us that we would really regret it. At the request to screw in the light bulb inside the elevator, he said that he was not naked in the elevator, he would just turn it on.

Agreeing to all the conditions, we entered the elevator. There were 6 of us, until the elevator doors closed, we managed to surprise our reflections in the mirrors, the doors slammed quickly and we pressed the top floor of the 40th howl. Lmft creaking but went to the top. The buttons were lit and indicated which floor we were on. it's already 3..4th..5-you..-6th.. and on the 6th floor the elevator shook and it stopped
- Damn, well, I said it was not necessary to experiment, who will pull us out? - A? - I heard the voice of a friend.
- Don't piss, let's call and they'll drag us out, why panic?
- Damn, no connection! - Ugh, I spat.
There was a rustle on the elevator cover, then a creak, and then some other unfamiliar sounds ..
- Who is there? one of the comrades asked.
Behind him, the cries of girls who were frightened were heard.
- Enough, please stop scaring us, boy, stop my weak heart. - responded crying friend.
- Wait, I have a lighter. When we set fire to the light, we saw our faint reflections in the mirror, but behind us .. there was a girl !! She was wearing a white shirt with long black hair, her face was white as chalk and gave out not the best wishes....
The girls covered their mouths to keep from screaming. She looked at us from behind and we looked at her. We all looked in the mirror... we couldn't even put out the lighter, the horror took its toll. But the light went out, we were left alone. Then the cries of one of the guys were heard - according to the cries it was Dima, he was screaming like a cut one, the girls were crying, I didn’t know what to do, then we heard something wet under our feet, something splashed on us all and judging by the smell of blood.

Mmm. Good morning mom, what are you doing here?
- Son, you screamed all night, did you have a nightmare? - Mom asked holding a glass of water.
- Oh, yes, mom, I had such a terrible dream about the elevator .. (I told everything)
- You know, son, my grandmother from the 1st floor told me that a girl lived here, when she got stuck in the elevator on the 6th floor, no one heard when they screamed, and only three days later, when the neighbors got tired of walking, they called the master. After 6 hours of work in the mine, he carried out the corpse of a girl. - The elevator fell down the shaft. Since then, no one rides in this elevator, son. That's it.
My mother's story surprised me.
- I called Dima rather, but a tearful mother picked up the phone. Today Dima fell into the shaft in his house.

I got home from work around 11pm. I went into the entrance, greeted the gloomy concierge and went up to the elevator. We have two of them - cargo and passenger, and the call button is one.

Having called my "crew", I looked at the floor board - both "transports" descended from the 18th floor. The passenger one stopped on the 5th, and the freight one was coming towards me. Entering the cabin and pressing the button for the 22nd floor, I leaned against the wall and looked at the internal scoreboard. When I passed the 4th floor, the cabin shuddered sharply and stopped. The light went out. It flashed through my head: “Your leg is stuck!”.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket, turned on the backlight, got scared of my reflection in the mirror and went to look for the button to call the dispatcher. At that moment, a sob was heard behind the wall. I froze, my ears were ringing. Listened - silence. Again he reached for the call button and heard a whisper behind the wall, where the passenger elevator should be located: “No, please! I'm suffocating."

Women's whisper. The first thought is that the passenger one is also stuck with someone suffering from claustrophobia inside. I called out "Hey, are you stuck too?" In response, there was only a muttering: "don't, don't, don't."

I banged on the wall and yelled something like, "Calm down, the lifters will come and pull us out." He also advised me to take a deep breath. I remembered that the dispatcher never called. I pressed the button, and there beeps, as if busy. Made a couple more attempts. He cursed aloud at faulty equipment.

At that moment, there was a knock on the wall. I wanted to ask: "Who's there?" But a woman's voice was heard. Eerily malicious: “Well, why don’t you open it?”. I was even stunned, I could not understand what kind of sarcasm this was, and I could only answer: “Well, wait a bit!”.

They began to simply hammer into the wall, already the cabin was trembling. Or me. I jumped to the opposite wall. Together with loud blows, simply heart-rending cries began to be heard, from which one wanted to cover one's ears and close one's eyes: “Let it out, let it out!”. I got scared. I didn't understand what was happening. The only explanation is that someone's tower was torn off. The screams were wild, like a mentally ill person yelling and banging his head. I began to yell in response to calm down, convulsively pressed absolutely all the elevator buttons. At that moment, the elevator doors opened and everything was quiet. A dumbfounded neighbor in family shoes and slippers looked at me.

What are you yelling at?

I couldn't say a word, just tried to catch my breath. He ran out of the elevator on trembling legs and pressed the call button. Immediately, a moment later, the passenger door opened. Empty.

Stuck? I remember the neighbor asked. - He often gets stuck on our floor.

You know, I'm afraid of elevators now. I am now going up to my 22nd floor on foot.

According to tradition, you need to learn the history of the elevator, about deaths and ghosts, but no, I don’t want to know anything.

Our house is old, and once the staircase was closed for repairs, as it was cracked and crumbling.

What to do, I had to take the elevator. Actually, I was a little scared, but I had to act quickly, I still had to do my homework.

I went to the elevator and pressed the call button. The elevator arrived soon. I went inside and sent him to the seventeenth floor. All was good. I've already gone up to the tenth, eleventh, twelfth... The elevator is stuck between the fourteenth and fifteenth floors. A curse. The light in the cockpit began to flicker, which led to bad premonitions.

Between behind closed doors elevator jammed a piece of paper. I noticed it just now. The leaf fell to the bottom of the cabin. I picked it up and made sure it had something written on it.
I read: "Do you want to play with life?". I wanted to cry.
- No! Who is this? I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Instead of screaming, a muffled wheeze came out of my mouth.
I cried:
- Let me go!

Suddenly the elevator began to move, but God knows, it would be better if this were not. The elevator went straight down from the fourteenth floor. The cab picked up speed. But slowed down on the walls of the mine. Friction caused sparks. The sound was as if ten knives were driven with force on a blackboard at once. An abrupt stop, a blow, and I fell back. The elevator doors opened and a faceless man entered. Only five terrible ulcers flaunted in the place where it should have been. He didn't have eyes. A long, dirty purple tongue protruded from the gap instead of a mouth. He brought his head to mine and I could smell the disgusting smell from his mouth. He said in my ear in his rough voice:
- Game continues.
I closed my eyes and saw nothing, and when I opened them I was already in the hospital. The nurse told me that my, even the most distant relatives are not alive. But then she added that my boyfriend was waiting for me at the ward. I asked my sister to call him here. She did just that. My boyfriend, Andrei, entered the room, but something was wrong with him. Eyes and mouth somehow strangely crawled. In his hands he held gladioli. He sat down next to me, put flowers on my chest, and admired my smile. But then he said, very softly, and in the same rough voice that I heard yesterday:
- I was always there. I was waiting for you. And now you are mine.
And he smiled wickedly.

edited news Night Moon - 19-10-2013, 15:46

I live in a multi-storey building, on the seventh floor, and I often use the elevator, I got stuck in it a couple of times and spent more than one hour there. And then one day, I was returning home at night, there was a lot of work and things to do. And as for evil, the elevator got stuck, approximately on the fourth floor. The lights went out, and I remained in the dark, pressed the button to call the elevator operator and began to wait ... And then, after half an hour, I had a strange feeling - as if someone was next to me. I looked around, there was no one. But the feeling of fear grew against my will, and I tried to calm down. And then I realized what was the matter, someone was breathing, in time with me ... But, still, not much asynchrony - it was present, and I caught it. I became completely uncomfortable. Someone outside the elevator, or on the landing, in the middle of the night, stood, knowing that I was in the elevator, and waited - scared me.

And then, the most terrible thing happened that I can not explain. I was right, it's something in the elevator shaft, crawled from top to bottom, towards me, through a couple of floors. It was possible to determine this by the sounds made by him: his breathing stopped, trying to imitate mine, hoarseness and a very dull crackle were heard in him. I heard how this something touched the wires, how the concrete gently tapped from touching it and the metal structure, it slowly descended towards me, and I was locked in this box. How scared I was, beyond words, from the fact that I could not get out, did not know what it was (after all, it’s not for a person to crawl along an elevator shaft in the middle of the night). And now, according to the sounds, this creature began to equalize with me, squeezing between the elevator and the wall.

“You know, at the top of the elevator ceiling, there are slightly covered grilles for ventilation? When there is no light in the elevator, and somewhere far above, at the base of the elevator, a dim, low-key light is on, if you look closely, you can see the walls of the mine. So, back to what happened... This creature came up next to me, and I was horrified, looked at the vents, because, I knew that it was there, and I felt how it was looking at me, no, not just looking and glares at me. Absolute silence, I was afraid to move, and could not believe that this was happening to me, and it was real. The horror just fettered me, I wanted to scream and fight in hysterics, but I could not move, I just stood and watched, turning off my brain, from fear. Then steps were heard, in the entrance, it was an elevator operator, he slowly picked me up, opened the doors, and released me from imprisonment. My legs and arms were shaking, my head was spinning, the elevator operator asked if everything was all right with me? But I couldn’t say that not everything, and something unknown, lives in the mine ... so I said that everything was fine.

Since then, I go up home, only on foot, and try not to listen to the sounds in the entrance and stay away from the doors of the mine, I involuntarily remembered that all animals are dogs, they always refuse to go down and up the elevator when they go for a walk with their owners , panic, go berserk, or are simply afraid.

So, be careful, you never know what can settle in the elevator shaft in your house.

Having successfully finished school and passed the exams with only fives, and of course, after receiving a certificate, I immediately packed my things and bought a ticket to Moscow. I was going to live in a hostel, but my plans went downhill, because my dad at the airport pleased me by buying me a two-room apartment in the center of Moscow. Well, on the same day, after visiting my sister and father, I settled.

When I approached the house, it was already after midnight, and I somehow found the right entrance. Opening the door, I greeted the nice concierge, asked what floor the 54th apartment was on and almost forgot to ask who my neighbors were, to which I received a rude answer that my apartment was on the 11th floor, and you don’t need to go to her with questions. Her behavior upset me, but with whom it doesn’t happen, I’ll get to know my neighbors tomorrow, and today I’ll settle down in an apartment.

I went up to the elevator. There were two of them - cargo and passenger, and the call button - one. Having called my elevator, I looked at the floor board - both "transports" descended from the 9th floor. The passenger one stopped at 7, and the freight one was coming towards me. Entering the cabin and pressing the button for the 11th floor, I leaned against the wall, took out my phone and was already typing a message to my father that I was almost at home. When I passed the 8th floor, the cab shuddered sharply and stopped, the light turned off. "Hey, come on. I'm stuck" - appeared in my head.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, turned on the flashlight, and started looking for the call button for the dispatcher. As soon as I took the first step, a sharp scream was heard in the elevator shaft. I froze. I listened, but already silence, okay, maybe it seemed to me? With slow steps, I approached and reached for the button, but it did not press, "What is it?!" - I wanted to say. But I was interrupted by an incomprehensible whisper. The first thought was that the passenger elevator was also stuck with someone, but the whispers came from the other side, from the side of the mine. Or maybe someone is joking? I thought. And he shouted: "Stop, this is not funny! Let me out," but in response he received only an incomprehensible muttering.

I hit the wall, thinking it would scare them, but got nothing in return.
A second later, there was a knock on the wall. All the same voice rang out, maliciously: "Well, why don't you open it to me, well, open it, let me in!" I could not understand what kind of voice this was and what he wanted from me. Literally a minute later, something began to hammer at the side of the elevator with all the dope, as if someone wants to make a hole in it. I jumped back to the other side and sat down, a shiver running through my body. Shining flashlights into the void, I didn’t see anything, it was as if there was fog in the elevator, a couple of centimeters and that’s all - the abyss. The screams got louder and louder, my ears were ringing, it seemed to me that this creature was about to enter the elevator. Fear enveloped me so that I could not breathe, with the last of my strength, I screamed with all my might.

The elevator doors opened, an incomprehensible man in family suits, a bathrobe and house slippers looked at me: “What are you yelling at, did you see what time it is? helped me up and made sure I was okay. I thanked him and went up the stairs to my floor.

I didn't sleep all night, I was scared, just scared. What if they didn't open it for me? What if "It" got to me? I pounded myself with strange questions, but in the morning I passed out. After sleeping all day, only at seven o'clock in the evening, I deigned to go to the store and saw that the elevator in which I rode yesterday was being repaired. Another concierge was already sitting downstairs, and I asked why the elevator was closed. Maria Vasilyevna, that was the name of the concierge, replied that something had been banging in the elevator cabin all night, and on the trail. The next day, they found a dent there, but not from the side where people are, but from the side of the mine, so they closed it.

You know, I'm not afraid of elevators and I constantly ride them, but only in my house do I walk up to the 11th floor. Not much else can happen...