The numbers flash as the elevator moves up.
28...
29...
30...
32...
"Wait, didn't we skip a floor?"
The others in the elevator look at me funny.
"What do you mean we skipped a floor?"
"The 31st..."
"Are you kidding? There is no 31st floor."
There never was.
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The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
