The Ding

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Written on 14-9-2017 by The Crosshare

The Ding

Ding!

There it went again. Just ignore it. It's nothing.

Kevin was a regular man as things were. He had an apartment that was roomy enough, a somewhat working relationship with a girl he met at the medical centre, a job at a good enough office. Incidentally the office work lead to the medical centre as he spilled molten hot darkroast on himself. Fate is fickle like that. He wasn't special, he wasn't changing the world, he was helping people shuffle papers. He was a hard working man though and like clockwork, he was at the office late at night on a sunday.

Ding!

He leaned in his chair to look at the elevators. Nothing. There was never a thing. Just a familiar ding echoing through the empty and dark office. He went back into his papers and tried to get his mind off it. It had been going on for a while, sometimes more often, sometimes less, but it was there. He'd talked to Julia about it, she said it was probably the stress. Could be, afterall he had been working non-stop since the office opened. Hearing things. He had asked around the office if there were others around, none worked weekends, maybe on a saturday.

Ding!

He looked at the clock, 1am. He put down his papers and stared into them a moment before standing up. He looked at the elevators and with a doubtful eye walked towards them. He leaned his ear against the doors. Nothing. Maybe a whisper of wires creaking in the shaft. He had to be sure though. So he ordered up the elevator and with an almost eerie ”ding!” it arrived. He went a floor down and the doors opened to darkness. No one there. He stepped back into the elevator and went all the way down to the lobby. With echoing steps he walked past reception and straight out the door. The already cooling september air was a reminder that he had left his jacket upstairs. He'd have to buy some new gloves.

He stepped aways from the building to get a good enough view and looked up, squinting his eyes and trying to see any lights, any reason. Just his own office. He knew it by now as he often forgot the light on. Just one light, nothing more. If there was someone else in the building, they were already asleep in their apartments, or really enjoyed the dark.

With a sigh and a shake of his head he went back inside and as the elevator rose towards the 12th floor, he couldn't help but to think that he needed a vacation. He sat back down to his desk, took a deep breath and just focused into his job. It'd be 4am before he could even consider home. He tried to ignore the fact that he was sure there was cello music playing…


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