You've probably heard about a thousand different versions of the story by now, and you've

probably raised a few eyebrows skeptically, and you've questioned whether or not any of

them are true.

I won't bother trying to convince you otherwise, nobody's convinced until they play the game.

I certainly wasn't growing up.

See, my parents managed a hotel, where throughout the years we've heard hundreds, if not thousands,

of kids using the elevators to play the supposedly haunted ritual.

In case you don't know, according to the legend, if they pressed a certain number sequence

in the elevator, and also made sure no one interrupted them, there was a chance they

could have an otherworldly encounter.

All it wound up being for my father was an electrical headache, since the hotel was

old a lot of times the elevator was shut down due to the kids mashing the buttons and

constantly tromping in and out.

It was even one time a group of them got stuck and he had to call the fire department

to get them out.

What are they hoping to find, I asked him?

People like the thrill of the unknown, Lindsay.

They want to chase after a dream, even when that dream could be a nightmare to others,

he'd say.

The description fit my little brother will to a tea.

Anytime he didn't have his nose stuck in a book, he was roaming the halls of the hotel

pretending to fight off monsters.

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