MELISSA
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside, my reflection distorted in the metal walls. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I pressed the button for the second floor, feeling a slight jolt as the elevator began to rise. The hum of machinery filled the silence.
When the doors opened, I stepped into a quiet hallway. The carpet muffled my steps as I searched for room 94. After a few wrong turns, I realized I was lost.
I spotted a housekeeper pushing a cart. “Excuse me,” I called, walking toward her. “Can you help me find room 94?”
She smiled. “straight down, take a right, third door on your left.”
“Thanks.”
Following her directions, I quickly found the room. I paused, my hand hovering over the door, heart racing. Before I could knock, the door swung open.
A girl stood the
