This happened to me about six months ago. It was a typical day (Tuesday), I was getting ready for work, my husband was on vacation and went to a neighboring city on business, so I hosted the apartment. There was nothing bad before, I treated scary stories like fairy tales, and I was not interested in them at all. We planned to renovate our apartment, all my thoughts were aimed at improving the apartment and this morning, getting ready, I also thought about it.
Leaving the apartment, I headed for the elevator, lost in thought. We live in a nine-story building on the 6th floor and the elevator is designed in such a way that if someone goes down from the upper floor and on the way someone also called the elevator, then he stops, collects fellow travelers and then goes to the first floor. I called him, he was driving on top, the doors opened. There was already a passenger inside - an old grandmother. I hadn’t seen her before, and in general, I thought about my own, didn’t look at her much, stood with my back to her (closer to the doors, she stood at the wall) and the elevator began to descend further.
Either it seemed to me, or it was so, but we somehow drove for a long time. I wanted to turn around, look at my grandmother, when suddenly the elevator stopped abruptly, the light turned off. It was very dark, there was a dead silence, I was a little shocked by what happened. A few seconds later I tried to feel my grandmother with my hands, but she was not there! I was very scared, began to poke on all the buttons, but the elevator did not move, I was very frightened by the standing silence, it seemed as if time had stopped. I sat, leaning against the walls of the elevator, afraid to move. I don't know how long I stayed there, but it seemed to me that it was a very long time. Later I heard the voices of people, the light suddenly turned on and, after a few minutes, the elevator started to move. apparently, the residents called the workers, who turned on the elevator.
As I later found out, the elevator got stuck between the 8th and 9th floors, the workers did not know the reason for the stop, everything worked properly. I didn’t tell anyone about my grandmother, except for my husband and a close friend (they wouldn’t believe it anyway). I was late for work, but, fortunately, there were no serious consequences, I haven’t seen my grandmother yet and I don’t want to see her, but since then I have only walked. My friend and I decided that this "something" could not do what it wanted, either by a lucky coincidence, or someone saved me, but it was terribly cold in that elevator, it seemed that someone was watched me …