在一些舊式工廠大樓裡，電梯總是比其他地方更安靜。深夜時分，樓層顯示燈一層一層上升，但有時候，你會發現，電梯停下的樓層，並不是你按下的那一個。
In older industrial buildings, elevators tend to feel different at night—quieter, slower, almost detached. Sometimes, the floor it stops at isn’t the one you selected, and no one can explain why.
中文版本
那間工廠大樓白天很熱鬧，但到了晚上，只剩下零星幾個單位還亮著燈，我那天加班到很晚，走進大堂時，整個地方幾乎是空的，只有電梯門前的燈在亮，我按下上樓的按鈕，門很快打開，我走進去，按了自己的樓層，數字亮起，電梯門慢慢關上，一切都很正常，電梯開始上升，樓層數字一層一層跳動，沒有聲音，只有輕微的機械聲，我靠在牆邊，看著顯示板，沒有特別在意，直到中途的時候，我聽到一聲很輕的「啪」，像是有人按了按鈕，但電梯裡只有我一個人，我以為是機械聲，沒有理會，但當我再看向按鈕面板時，我看到一個我沒有按過的數字亮了起來，十三樓，我記得很清楚，我剛才只按了自己的樓層，沒有碰過其他按鈕，我站直身體，再看了一次，那個燈還在，沒有閃，也沒有消失，就像一開始就被按下來一樣，電梯繼續上升，我沒有去按取消，因為我不太確定是不是自己不小心碰到，但我心裡很清楚，那個位置我根本沒有按過，電梯經過一層又一層，很快就接近十三樓，顯示數字跳到12，然後停了一下，像是有一點延遲，再跳到13，電梯慢慢停下來，門開了一條縫，我沒有走出去，我只是站在裡面，看著外面，那一層很暗，走廊沒有開燈，只有遠處有一點微弱的光，但看不清楚是什麼，我沒有聽到任何聲音，也沒有看到有人，門停留了一會，又慢慢關上，電梯繼續上升，像什麼都沒有發生過一樣，我一直站著，沒有再看按鈕，只是等電梯到達自己的樓層，當門再打開的時候，我幾乎是立刻走了出去，沒有回頭看，第二天，我隨口問了一下同一棟樓的其他人，有沒有去過十三樓，他們說那層很久沒人用了，有些人甚至說，那一層本來就不存在，電梯只是顯示出來而已，我沒有再問下去，只是那天之後，每次我一個人搭那部電梯的時候，我都會特別留意按鈕，但我再也沒有看到十三樓的燈自己亮起，直到有一晚，我進電梯的時候，還沒按任何樓層，那個數字，已經亮著了
English Version
The factory building was busy during the day, but at night it felt almost abandoned, with only a few units still lit, that night I left work late and stepped into the lobby, where the silence was immediate, the elevator indicator was the only thing glowing, I pressed the button and the doors opened quickly, I stepped inside and selected my floor, the number lit up, everything seemed normal, the doors closed and the elevator began to move, the numbers climbed steadily, one after another, the only sound was the low hum of machinery, I leaned slightly against the wall, watching the display without much thought, until halfway up I heard a soft click, like a button being pressed, it was subtle but clear, I looked around instinctively, but I was alone, I assumed it was just part of the elevator mechanism, but when I looked at the panel again, I noticed another number had lit up, floor thirteen, I knew I hadn’t pressed it, I was certain of that, I had only selected my own floor, nothing else, I straightened up and stared at the panel, the light stayed on, steady and unchanged, as if it had always been there, the elevator continued its ascent, I didn’t try to cancel it, not because I wasn’t concerned, but because I wasn’t entirely sure what I had seen, yet I knew I hadn’t touched that button, the elevator passed each floor, approaching thirteen, the display shifted from 12 and paused slightly before changing, then it showed 13, the elevator slowed and stopped, the doors opened just enough to reveal the corridor outside, it was dim, almost entirely dark, with only a faint glow somewhere far down the hall, not enough to see clearly, there was no movement, no sound, nothing to indicate anyone was there, I didn’t step out, I remained inside, watching, the doors stayed open for a moment before closing again, the elevator resumed its movement as if nothing had happened, I kept my eyes forward, not looking at the panel anymore, just waiting to reach my floor, when the doors opened again, I stepped out immediately, without turning back, the next day, I casually asked a few people in the building about the thirteenth floor, some said it hadn’t been used in years, others told me it didn’t exist at all, that it was only something shown on the panel, I didn’t press further, but after that night, whenever I took the elevator alone, I would always glance at the buttons, watching carefully, and for a while, nothing unusual happened, until one night, when I stepped inside and before I even touched the panel, the number was already lit
