There was this eerie feeling about this man i was in an elevator with…Like he wanted to kill me but didn’t have a reason to. The elevators lights were dim and the air was cold. Then he spoke “Hello, I can tell you’re scared…” I looked away and pretended to not hear him. “I know you heard me!” The man said. Then he chuckled. I turned to face him “What do you want?” I said.

“Its simple, really. Give me a reason to not kill you. If you do, that’s great! If you don’t, oh well—you’ll die either way. Five minutes…”The man said.

I went into a frenzied panic knowing that if i didn’t come up with a good solidified reason, I’d die. I thought, and thought, and thought. I just couldn’t think of anything. Time went by, so did the man’s patience. 4 minutes….2 minutes…..59 seconds….Wait, what? The feeling of knowing that in 58 seconds you could possibly die. I was desperately panicking, who was this man? The man stepped closer, and closer. I stumbled back and said “I-I…I’ve got so much to live for! I-I don’t even have a family yet- and I need to….” I trailed off, pondering while trembling. “I’ve got to pay my taxes!” I said, after a while. The man rolled his eyes. “Times up. Those reasons were nothing but lies.” He drew closer, and closer, until everything went silent.