April 6, 2012


The gusher pump had definitely stopped working. No matter what her boss claimed, there was no doubt about it, this thing was deader than a door nail. She let out a heavy sigh, grumbled a cuss word or two, then shrugged her shoulders. There was nothing she could do to fix it. He was going to have to understand that it was broke. B-R-O-K-E.

Sheryl turned back down the dark hallway and started for the elevator. She hated being in the basement. It creeped her out more than the old man across the hall in her apartment building. She hurried down the long hallway until she reached the elevator, then pressed the button and watched the floors light up until it reached the basement and the elevator doors opened.

Once inside the elevator, Sheryl let out a sigh of relief. She would be glad when that damn pump was replaced so she didn’t have to come down to the basement again. But it took no more than a few seconds to realize that the elevator was going back down to the basement instead of up. She knew for a fact she’d been the only one down there and as the elevator doors opened up Sheryl let out a deafening scream at the man standing before her.