I saw my name in the elevator.
It’s not a registry of the living on the elevator walls, it’s a registry of the dead.
I can feel the pull of this place.
It’s like a tide.
The people here are all dead.
They move behind the mirrors.
I hear them at night; a low moan just below the noise of the AC.
The banging on the walls is them pushing into this world.
– Hidden in the bible