white walls

Shutting down my computer is the best feeling in the world. It can only mean dismissal time. I work the graveyard shift.

It was only two minutes before the clock strikes 3:00 AM. I’m already packed up with my things and I have already tidied up my desk.

There were only two of us in the shift. Greg was the other one. Greg usually stays an hour more to work overtime. Sometimes, even more than 1 hour. Its either he needed the money, or he was very far off his deadline. I’d say the latter.

I said goodbye to Greg. He waved back but didn’t look at me as his eyes were glued to his computer screen.

I clocked out and got ready to start my weekend.

The elevators were still not working. It has been 2 days now. Our offices were located on the building’s 10th floor. We had no choice but to take the stairs. It was good exercise, considering I was sitting on my office chair for 8 hours straight.

There was a pull only door leading to the staircases. The staircase area has that eerie feeling. The white paint on the wall is bland. There are no windows. The only way in and out are the doors on each floor. It feels suffocating inside. I always choose to avoid going here. I’m not claustrophobic, and the area is pretty big. But there’s something about it. There is no sound at all. All you hear are your footsteps.

I started going down. Each floor has a sign indicating which floor I am currently on. I walked briskly. I just wanted to exit this place.

9th floor, 8th floor, 7th floor, I walked on a fast pace each floor I go. I can see the height of the staircases if you look the the small gap on the middle. It looked infinite, both upwards and down.

3rd floor, 2nd floor, 1st floor, ground floor. Finally, I’m at the ground floor. Now, all I had to do is exit the door. But there weren’t any.

I looked around but there weren’t any kind of door. Just the wall and the stairs leading either upwards or down. Maybe it’s on another lower floor. I might confused myself counting each floor I go down to. Or maybe I was in the mezzanine area.

I went down another floor but there still isn’t any door to be found. I began to sweat, and not because of the walking I did.

I knew going down would lead me to the basement parking area. I thought I’d exit there. So I went down another floor. The odd thing was there were no signage indicating which floor I was anymore.

I continued going down until I found an exit door. But I went down 3 more storeys and no door. After the first basement, there shouldn’t be 3 more storeys down.

I needed to go back. But when I turned around to run upwards, the stairs was gone. I can’t go up anymore. I can only go down.

I calmed myself down. Now is not the time to freak out.

The thing that scared me wasn’t the thought that I can’t go back up, or I was stuck in the staircases. It was the bland walls. It had no life in it whatsoever.

I started going down. I was running. After a few minutes, I realized that I am going nowhere. But everytime I go down, the stairs leading up vanishes.

Maybe it was delusion, but I kept thinking that if I continue going down, I’d eventually see a door I can exit.

I got tired and sat down on one of the steps going down. I wiped my sweat away with my handkerchief. Then I saw a signage. I was on the ground floor, and there was a door.

I immediately got up and opened the door by pushing it. There seemed to be something on the other side. I can’t pull the door because it can only be pushed. I can budge the door a few inches. I tried pushing it hard hoping the obstruction from the other side falls down and I can exit. But I noticed, there was nothing there but concrete.

It didn’t made sense. Why is there a door here if behind it was only a concrete wall. I looked back and the stairs were gone.

Now, I’m just in a room with white painted walls and a single white bulb on the middle of the ceiling. No walls, no exhaust pan, just walls.

Where exactly am I? Please, send some help.