Fan Fiction
The Elevator That Skipped the 7th Floor
A New Job in a Tall Building When Farhan landed his new job at the prestigious Echelon Towers, he couldn’t believe his luck. The company was top-notch, the pay was solid, and the office was on the 14th floor of a sleek high-rise downtown. It was the kind of job you tell your relatives about with pride. On his first day, he wore his best shirt, arrived ten minutes early, and stepped into the building’s shiny chrome elevator. He pressed 14, watching the soft blue light blink. But something strange caught his eye. The elevator panel read: G, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9… Farhan frowned. Where’s 7? --- A Missing Floor At lunch, curiosity got the better of him. He asked his new coworker, Sana, about the missing floor. “Oh,” she said with a shrug, “there’s no 7th floor here.” “That’s what I saw,” he replied. “But why?” “Old superstition, maybe?” she guessed. “Like how some buildings skip the 13th floor. Who knows? I just take the stairs most days.” Still, something didn’t sit right with Farhan. The building was modern, logical, precise. Skipping a floor felt like a glitch in a place built for perfection. --- An Accidental Stop Two weeks into the job, Farhan worked late. The office was empty, the halls quiet. He packed his bag, yawned, and called the elevator. As the doors slid open, he stepped in and pressed G for ground. But instead of going down, the elevator jerked. It stopped. The panel read: 7. His breath caught. There was no button for 7. Yet here he was. The doors opened slowly. A dim corridor stretched before him. Dust floated in the stale air. The lights were low, flickering. Farhan should’ve stayed inside. Should’ve pressed Close. But curiosity wins over caution more often than it should. --- The Forgotten Floor The hallway looked abandoned. Old wooden doors lined both sides. There were no signs, no office numbers, no nameplates. He took cautious steps. A soft humming echoed down the corridor, like electricity buzzing through faulty wires. Then he heard it: Click. A door creaked open on its own. Inside was a room frozen in time. Old filing cabinets, rotary phones, typewriters. Paper scattered across desks like people had left in a hurry — and never returned. He picked up a paper dated May 1974. Farhan felt a chill run down his spine. This was impossible. The building was constructed in 1998. --- Whispers in the Dark He turned to leave but found the corridor darker now. The flickering lights had gone out behind him. And then… footsteps. Not his. Steady, slow, deliberate. Farhan backed away, heart pounding. A whisper crawled through the silence: “You’re not supposed to be here…” He spun around. No one there. He ran back to the elevator. Pressed the button. Pressed it again. Nothing. The hallway seemed longer now, warped, like the building was breathing — stretching. He banged on the doors, panic rising in his chest. Then the panel blinked. G. The elevator door opened. Bright lights. Normal panel. Normal floor numbers — minus 7. He rushed in and didn’t look back. --- A Closed Mouth Gathers No Dust The next morning, Farhan told no one. Not his boss. Not Sana. But he did his research. He found no blueprints for a 7th floor. No old articles. Nothing. Like it never existed. He even asked building security. “Sir,” the guard said firmly, “Echelon Towers has no 7th floor. It never did.” “But I was—” The guard gave him a look that said, Drop it. Farhan nodded and walked away. --- One Last Glance A month later, Farhan quit the job. He told people it was too stressful. Not the right fit. But the truth was, every night he worked late, the elevator would pause. Just for a second. Right between floors 6 and 8. Once, when he glanced at the panel, he saw a flash — just a glitch — but he swore it read: "Welcome back." He never took that elevator again. --- Still There The Echelon Towers still stands. People go to work. Ride the elevators. Live their normal lives. But every once in a while, late at night, someone hits the button for floor 8… …and the elevator stops on a floor that doesn’t exist.
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Shadow's Of The Heart- 2
The village was quiet and covered in fog this morning. Elina, who was once Aria, walked the path to the old bridge with nothing but fleeting dreams in her head. She had dreams of neon rain, gunfire, and a man whose face she couldn't keep. She had lost all memory since the explosion. She believed that. But the dreams got stronger each night. Additionally, the man always observed from the shadows. Her gentle nature was adored by the locals. Despite this, she looked sad, as if she were waiting for something or someone. She had no idea that Zayan had always been nearby, but she did Hidden Watching. He was still unable to approach her. They would return if the agency knew she was still alive. And she might not be able to forgive him if she remembered who she really was. because she had no idea what Zayan had done. He had decided to forget about her. He hacked the facility that night, not destroyed it. discovered a neurological program that the organization used to rewire assets. He had used it on her to free her from blood, lies, and the mission they had forced her into. He had done this to start over. He brought her peace. And it shattered him. Elina felt that someone was behind her one day as she was gathering herbs in the woods. She abruptly turned. He remained there. Zayan: He was unrecognizable to her. However, her heart rate did. She said, drawn, scared, and confused, "You..." "Have we met yet?" He gave a soft smile. "Maybe... in a different life." They talked for a long time about everything and nothing. He used a fictitious name and claimed to be a traveler. However, each exchange was like a spark rekindling a long-lost passion. He kept coming back throughout the days. Her memories also changed. Part by part. She remained trembling at the lake's edge until one evening. When he appeared, she whispered, "I know who you are." "Now I remember everything." Zayan stopped breathing. "I remember you as well as the agency and the betrayal. You wiped me out. She moved in closer. "But I also recall why I fell in love with you." Her eyes welled up with tears. "Yes, you took away my past. However, freedom is something you gave me that no one else did. a decision." Zayan reduced his gaze. "I didn't want you to go." She said in a soft voice, "And you didn't." "You only assisted me in discovering who I really am—without the mission or the lies." The mist rolled around them like a soft curtain as they stood in silence. The twist came next. She added, "I didn't tell you everything either." "I was already questioning them before they sent me to you." I wanted to leave. Zayan gave a sharp upward gaze. I intended to fake the mission and then vanish. However, when I met you, everything became real. Too true. They were separated by a breeze. Nothing was hidden this time. No purpose, No slander. Only two souls who persevered through the worst and found their way back. They walked slowly, hand in hand, back into the village together. However, a pair of binoculars watched from the forest's edge. Over a secret communication device, a voice cracked: "Reacquired target. Both are present.
By Riazul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Bill
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By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
Shadow's Of The Heart
Velora, a city shrouded in silence but illuminated by neon, experienced heavy rain. Zayan, a former elite agent, now runs a bookstore in peace, far removed from the life of murder and betrayal he left behind. A beautiful, wet, breathless woman walked into his store one evening. Aria was her name. She said, "I need your assistance." "They're looking for me." Zayan was against getting involved. However, he was drawn in by something in her eyes—pain, fire, or desperateness. He provided her with shelter. They moved in the shadows in the days that followed, changing places, avoiding cameras, and surviving. Their bond grew over time. They shared warmth in silence as they conversed under flickering streetlights, and in those fleeting moments, genuine love crept in. However, Aria had something to hide. Zayan could feel it. Her skepticism and trepidation in response to certain inquiries. He did not press. Perhaps because he did not desire the truth. Or perhaps he was simply sick of running from what he wanted. The night of betrayal followed. Their hideout was stormed by an elite strike team. Zayan fought ferociously and wound up in the soldier he had previously buried. Aria disappeared amid the disorder. He found her hours later behind reinforced glass in a classified government facility. She said in a low voice, "I didn't lie about anything." They entrusted me with bringing you out of hiding. However, I did not anticipate caring. Zayan remained stationary. The organization thought he had information that could break apart a powerful web, buried deep from a previous mission. The skilled and brilliant Aria was ordered to get close. to ensure his safety. Loved. She whispered, "I was supposed to betray you." "But I wasn't expecting... this," The lights stop working. Screams reverberated. The explosions continued. She had always been a mystery to Zayan. He infected the system with a virus. a safety net. He vanished into the night once more amid the facility's chaos. Weeks went by. They claimed that the explosion killed Aria. But there was no body found. A woman arrived in a remote northern village months later, wounded and with shattered memories. Elina was given to her by the locals. She had no recollection. But she dreamed of rain, books, and a man she couldn't name every night. She saw him one morning as she was walking through the market: a man in a weathered coat standing far away. They locked eyes. Her pulse sped up. He vanished before she could react, though. merely a shadow. Or perhaps, love decides to guard from afar.
By Riazul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
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Horror Fiction
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By Sajjad Khan2 years ago in Fiction
