Previously: “Anatomy Of Apartment 11A.”
Elevators; mirrors; duplicates of familiar things that are somehow a little off… these are all fairly common elements for a creepypasta to have. All of them are at play in the creepypasta “Floor Zero” — but even though this short and shivery little tale doesn’t necessarily break any new ground, it does what it does quite well, and honestly? I had a really fun time reading it. So, today, that’s the story we’re looking at: “Floor Zero,” written by Creepypasta Wiki user MrTrueMue and first published back in June of 2022.
At its center is an electrician who’s been fortunate enough to score a job as a full-time maintenance worker in a nine-story office building. It’s a plum gig — but when some… odd requests start coming in, things take a turn for the uncanny. It’s not the requests themselves that are odd, though; there’s… something about the floors on which they’re meant to be carried out that doesn’t sit quite right.
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This one isn’t particularly complicated, but it’s a good little dose of highly relatable horror. Find an excerpt below, and check out the full story over at the Creepypasta Wiki.
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I work as a full-time electrician in a nine-story office building. Most of the floors in it are rented out. The ninth floor is occupied by the company that owns the building. There is also a basement floor, which is underground. It’s mostly storage space.
Today I got a call from the leasing manager asking me to go to the basement and install additional electrical outlets there. The tenants, they say, are asking for it. No problem, that’s what’s needed.
I got into the elevator, pressed the button with the number “-1”, and began my descent to the basement. The elevator was spacious and clean, and on one of its walls hung a large mirror.
As I was riding the elevator, I caught my reflection in the mirror smirking maliciously. I turned my head. Nothing unusual. A normal face was reflected. It mirrored all my facial expressions, as it should. As soon as I turned my head away, I saw a smirk from the corner of my eye. It was unkind, gave me the creeps. I turned my head sharply in the direction of the mirror a couple of times, but each time, the reflection managed to synchronize with my face, showing my dazed eyes.
Finally, the elevator stopped, and I noticed an oddity. There were two buttons glowing on the scoreboard: one and minus one. The doors slid open, and I got out of the stall a little confused.
The elevator left at once.
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