Nisha was tired after a long day of work. She checked into a tall hotel in the city. The lobby was quiet and clean, but she noticed something strange: the elevator skipped the 13th floor. It went from 12 straight to 14.
“Just superstition,” she thought and laughed.
Her room was on the 12th floor. As she unpacked, she heard soft tapping on the window. She looked, but no one was there. Later, when she turned off the lights, she heard a whisper.
“Nisha…”
She shook her head. She must be tired.
That night, curiosity got the better of her. She stepped into the elevator and pressed her floor but halfway up, the elevator stopped. The doors opened to a hallway she had never seen. The display read 13.
The hallway was dim and stretched endlessly. Doors lined both sides: 1301, 1302… She stepped forward.
Inside the first room, she saw a wallet, a phone, and a small journal belonging to someone who had disappeared weeks ago. Every room she checked had things left behind by missing guests. Shadows moved at the edge of her vision, and soft whispers filled the air. Every exit she tried led back to the same hallway.
She found a journal under a bed. It said:
“The 13th floor feeds on fear and curiosity. Panic gives it power. If you lose control, you never leave.”
Nisha understood she had to stay calm. Slowly and carefully, she retraced her steps and finally found the elevator. She pressed 12 and stepped out into her floor. Relief washed over her.
But that night, in the mirror, she saw a shadow behind her moving strangely, not quite her reflection. Her phone buzzed. An unknown number sent a message:
“Check-in is forever.”
The city outside looked normal, but Nisha knew the 13th floor had followed her…
“Just superstition,” she thought and laughed.
Her room was on the 12th floor. As she unpacked, she heard soft tapping on the window. She looked, but no one was there. Later, when she turned off the lights, she heard a whisper.
“Nisha…”
She shook her head. She must be tired.
That night, curiosity got the better of her. She stepped into the elevator and pressed her floor but halfway up, the elevator stopped. The doors opened to a hallway she had never seen. The display read 13.
The hallway was dim and stretched endlessly. Doors lined both sides: 1301, 1302… She stepped forward.
Inside the first room, she saw a wallet, a phone, and a small journal belonging to someone who had disappeared weeks ago. Every room she checked had things left behind by missing guests. Shadows moved at the edge of her vision, and soft whispers filled the air. Every exit she tried led back to the same hallway.
She found a journal under a bed. It said:
“The 13th floor feeds on fear and curiosity. Panic gives it power. If you lose control, you never leave.”
Nisha understood she had to stay calm. Slowly and carefully, she retraced her steps and finally found the elevator. She pressed 12 and stepped out into her floor. Relief washed over her.
But that night, in the mirror, she saw a shadow behind her moving strangely, not quite her reflection. Her phone buzzed. An unknown number sent a message:
“Check-in is forever.”
The city outside looked normal, but Nisha knew the 13th floor had followed her…
