Strange Elevator Incident in a Brezhnevka

Anyway, first time in my life I'm writing a creepy post. The gist is this: I'm a student and during the holidays I worked as a courier (I didn't deliver food with the khachis, I delivered documents within the district, which was convenient, but that's not important). I quit the day before yesterday, but it just happened to coincide with the end of the holidays. Because on my last day of work something quite NЁKH happened, though nobody died (well, or sort of... but more on that later), there were no bloody fuckfests with BLACK EYES and not even creepy old men in sweet potato fields.

What happened was this. Wednesday, 8.1.24. An ordinary order on the edge of the city, an ordinary brezhnevka with a slightly piss-soaked stairwell. The snags started with the elevator. It seemed modern, an Otis with a floor number display, the buttons light up, but it doesn't fucking work. I press the button, it starts coming down from above, stops on the 6th floor and just fucking stands there, dead. And from the stairwell I can hear, most importantly, that the doors opened somewhere up there, BUT nobody fucking enters or exits, nothing, silence. By the way, my client was on the 6th. So I spat, went on foot up the stairs. I got there — the elevator is fucking closed already, though I don't think I heard the doors again.

Anyway, that's fine, I call the client, say hello, hand over the letter, and also ask if everything's okay with the elevators, because I think I got stuck on your floor (I should mention I really needed to piss, plus at the end of the workday I was just fucking exhausted). And then a seemingly adequate guy suddenly acts like a lunatic, stares at me with wide eyes like I'm the lunatic, shoves the money at me without looking, and slams the door instantly locking it. I shrugged, whatever, I've seen my share of schizos. I come out of that little nook with 2 apartments to the elevator, and that's when I start seeing SOME SHIT, maybe not Lovecraft-King-Ligotti shit, but mildly put strange, and not a single rational explanation for what it was comes to mind.

Anyway, the elevator doors open with a clang (as soon as the guy slammed his apartment shut, and in front of it stands some fucker. Well, "fucker", an ordinary man, not a skuf, even athletic-looking, but not young, 50 for sure. Normally dressed. Didn't even glance at me. But I, fuck, am ready to swear I didn't hear him approach, and from where? The elevator didn't come, nobody came up the stairs, and nobody came out of the neighboring apartments, I'm not a deaf old man (and not a schizo, junkie, overworked, sleep-deprived etc., just so you know), and the acoustics in a shitty panel building stairwell are loud.

But I thought about that later, because a second after that, before I could say my duty "Hello", the guy steps into the open elevator — and falls with a whistle, fuck, somewhere down. I look, and there really is fucking darkness of the shaft instead of the cabin, i.e. the elevator is fuck knows where, and god forbid above, not below the guy. Overcoming bricks, I carefully peek down, expecting that scene from HL-1 where the elevator with the scientists fell. But no fucking way. I see the bottom of the shaft, clearly fucking, I even shone a flashlight — there's nobody there. No body of the guy, and no sound of falling EITHER. Before I could freak out, I suddenly hear a scraping above, I raise my head and see the elevator fucking coming down on itself. Barely pulled my head out. Well, here I already shit my pants a little (but just a little, I just really needed to go as I mentioned) and ran down on my own two feet, like Usain Bolt. From the entrance to the metro I almost ran, like a madman. But how to explain what happened?

But I know my district well, looked at a bunch of themed channels, groups inparashe etc. Anyway, in 1.5 places I literally read that on this street (the building, oddly enough, was never specified, but I don't doubt for a second it was that one) shortly after the house was built in the 70s a tragedy happened. Fucking idiot engineers botched the elevator setup, as a result of which a major who lived there (literally a major and apparently not a cop, since the district was apparently settled by military) converted to Islam. He called the elevator, it didn't come, but the doors opened, so the guy stepped straight into the afterlife. In 1 specific source it added that when he fell to the bottom he only broke his back, but then the elevator went to the 1st floor and crushed the major to death. But that might already be legends. Nevertheless — pure creepypasta, I already had a nightmare about this shit.

The floor wasn't mentioned either, yeah, but I have no doubt it was of course 6. By the way, they said that in honor of the deceased (and he was some big shot and worked at some super-duper facility) even a street somewhere was named. Well, fucking hell.

of the proofs, alas, only the address plate and the shitty elevator