It's now time for just the terror.

The fourth floor. I was in Taiwan one year when I was younger and had traveled to a busy night market.

These are popular gatherings that usually operate in the evening.

Nearby, I spotted a sign for a net cafe in a five to six story building.

Thinking I'd fired off some quick emails,

I walked in the dark small entrance of the building.

The building was older and hasn't been well maintained,

but it's not out of the ordinary in Taiwan. The entrance just had a dark hallway that led to a small elevator.

I pressed the elevator call button and entered.

The elevator was uncharacteristically new compared to the building,

but I didn't think much of it.

Like some Chinese building, there wasn't a fourth floor.

It's considered bad luck since four sounds like death.

So it just read one, two, three, five-6, which was usual.

I looked for the floor the net cafe was on, 6-floor, and pressed the button.

It lurched into action quietly and began to ascend.

When it stopped, I figured it was my floor so I instinctively began to step out.

Right before stepping out, however, the sight outside the elevator stopped me.

It was pitch dark, only lit by light in the elevator. It looked like it hadn't been occupied for decades,

with some random pieces of furniture covered with white, cloth, or similar.

It was a small building, so each floor were single occupancy occupancy so I could see pretty much the

entire floor from the elevator. Thinking I must have gotten the wrong floor I checked

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