I just got done working overtime. I was really late going home; I checked my watch and saw that it was already almost midnight.
When I arrived at my apartment building, I pushed the button and waited for the elevator to come to the first floor. After a few minutes of waiting, the elevator finally arrived.
The elevator was almost completely full despite the late hour. There were people of all ages, from elementary school students to the elderly and young adults to the middle aged.
I was dumbfounded for a moment. The girl right in front of me spoke up as if to break my trance.
“We’re going down.”
“Are you getting on or not?”
“…It looks a little crowded. I’ll wait for the next one.”
The elevator doors closed slowly, and with a clank the elevator began moving.
I couldn’t stop shaking for some time after the elevator left.
The building I live in doesn’t have a basement.