I look up.
The tall ceiling.
Is there really no 31st floor?
I hear a mechanical whirling of gears.
I turn.
There is a lift next to the elevators behind me.
A member of the building staff opens the glass door and pulls out the cargo.
A metal box the size of a shoebox.
What's inside?
YOU ARE READING
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]
