The Proof
I know some of you have been sceptical about my first post – for those, I now have proof that something is indeed going on at Ravensbourne that they don’t want us to know about!
With my suspicions about the 10th & 11th floor growing and the general opinion being so uninterested, I decided it was time to act and dig deeper. I tried to do this the right way, you know. I talked to a couple of people about it – students, and teachers but all the reaction I got was disbelief or plain disinterest, coupled with suspicion. I decided, for my own safety, to stop.
The only remaining solution was obviously to get up there and see for myself. I might have mentioned before how one of my “ability” is to stand unnoticed, which came out handy in this situation. I camped out in the elevator, just in the corner, waiting for someone to try and access the upper floors, and after several hours I was rewarded.
I won’t describe the man who actually did it – I already gave too much information about all this – but I can say that he entered the elevator from the 7th floor in a rush, surrounded by a group of loud students. He glared at the panel without pressing anything all the way to the 9th floor, where the students got out.
I guess now he must have too much in a hurry and relieved by the departure of the loud group that his guard was down. He quickly and nonchalantly put a key into the 11th floor slot, and the doors shut immediately as he turned it sharply. The elevator shot up and after only a second the doors opened again and the man got out.
I got so caught up in trying to determine what the indescribable shapes were, what half the machines and objects I was seeing that I let my guard down. I took a step forward, and I saw it.
The proof.
I gasped, tried to cover my mouth, but the small noise and movement was enough to get one of the shape turning slightly towards me and scream.
Before I could react, the doors slammed shut again and the elevator seemed to plummet down, and opened only seconds later on the ground floor.
I rushed and hid for some times in the toilets to not have my badging out coinciding with the incident – no doubt they keep track of entries and exits, and they were probably on high alert after what had just happened.
I went back home after that. Tried to make sense of what I saw.
Another set of elevator doors, right in front of me, with only one calling button. A button with an arrow pointing up.
There’s only one possible explanation.
There is a twelfth floor.
I can barely believe it. But you believe me, don’t you?
You must.
This obviously goes way deeper than we thought. We just need to figure out how deep.
Remember, be careful.