It's 3:47 AM. I'm alone at the front desk of the Hadley Inn. Twelve floors. I've worked here two years — I know it has twelve floors.

The security feed shows the elevator camera. Empty cabin. Number panel glowing.

It passes 10. 11. 12.

Then 13.

The display just… shows 13. Steady. Like it was always there. I check the lobby call panel — only goes up to 12. I look back at the monitor.

The doors are opening.

Whatever's out there isn't a hallway. It's dark. And something is moving toward the camera. Slow.

The cabin lights start to flicker. And then I hear it —

— the elevator is coming back down.