There is no way a building could be haunted without at least 15 mystery deaths and a few articles written about it, fueling fear in people.
An incident was waiting to happen in building 260 at Sherbourne Street that would shake an entire city to its core, checking all boxes to make the building one of the most haunted place in and around the area. The reason behind the haunting remains a mystery to this day.
It was the 6th of September, a day when the universe seemed to intertwine itself to unleash something cold and dark. There was an eerie presence behind the creaks, screeching on the walls, eager for a taste of death.
Her name was still unknown to many, but her story spread like wildfire — ‘the girl who went missing.’
Rya was an Indian student pursuing her master’s degree in Canada, leading a relatively ordinary life with a few close friends. Today was her turn to do the laundry in the basement, and she was supposed to meet her friend from a different building. She had initially put her clothes in for washing and was accompanied back to the building by her friend and was supposed to put the clothes in the dryer. As they entered the building, the door that led to the stairs was right beside them, but Rya pulled her friend towards the elevator, which required a short walk. Her friend questioned why she didn’t take the stairs, as the basement was only a floor away. Rya simply smiled and shrugged, signaling that she didn’t care, and that the elevator was more convenient.
They let the matter go and started talking about their jobs and recent activities while Rya loaded her clothes into the dryer. Since the dryer would take another 50 minutes, they decided to go for a walk together, after which Rya would return for her clothes, and her friend would head back to her apartment.
Rya and her friend had a pleasant time, enjoying each other’s company. When it was time for Rya to retrieve her clothes, they bid each other goodbye.
As Rya re-entered the building, she once again found herself facing the door to the stairs. Without much thought, she opened it. It seemed normal, but there was an eerie silence, which did not bother her that much.
It was 9:30 pm when she entered through the door. She had envisioned that once she descended the stairs and opened the door, she would find the familiar basement lobby leading to the laundry room. However, it was not what she encountered when she opened the door; it felt unfamiliar. She decided to descend further, hoping to reach the familiar basement where her clothes were.
Quickly exiting the unfamiliar lobby, she returned to the staircase. The staircase was still eerily quiet, with no signs of human presence. Dismissing her unease, she ran down the stairs towards the visible door. However, this door did not open to the expected lobby; instead, it revealed two other doors with glass panels — one on the left and one on the right. On the left side, there was nothing but an empty space and dim light. On the right side, she could see signs of three people — an old man, a grandchild, and possibly the mother.
Hoping that the presence of people meant she was on the right track and that tenants were allowed in this area, Rya made her way towards the door where the family stood, all engrossed in their own world. She continued searching for the laundry room.
However, this was not the floor she needed. Fortunately, she eventually located the elevator door and realized she must have reached the lower basement instead of the actual basement. She felt relieved, thinking to herself, ‘That’s why I always take the elevator.’
“She pressed the buttons, and the family of three stood beside her, waiting in eerie silence. To avoid making eye contact or engaging in awkward small talk, Rya began scrolling through her phone’s gallery. Among the pictures was a recent one where she was smiling at the camera, bathed in the soft, beautiful orange light of the sunset. She looked pretty in that photo. As the elevator doors clicked open, she continued looking at her phone while stepping inside. However, something was amiss. She suddenly realized that she was alone. How had the family disappeared so quickly, leaving her in the dimly lit enclosure?”
“Panic surged through her as she looked around. As the elevator doors began to close, she caught a glimpse of the old man’s face, the grandchild, and the mother standing behind the kid on his shoulders. All three were crying, yet their lips curved into twisted smiles. A deep sense of foreboding settled in her chest, her heart pounding. A sudden chill ran down her spine.”
“Everything happened so fast and suddenly. She could only feel shock; no words could escape her mouth. As she saw their faces, they cried even harder, their tear-streaked faces twisted in suffering. But amidst their tears, their lips curled into grisly smiles. She took a step back, her ears ringing from the cacophony of cries, and a voice whispered in her ear… ‘They are dead,’ it repeated in her other ear, ‘and so will you be.’”
Rya opens her eyes in terror her eyes are now in tears her face oozing terror, the elevator door shut with a click, and Rya was left alone in the dimly lit space. Thinking this as her chance for an escape, she began frantically pressing all the buttons and banging on the elevator door. Instead, the elevator started plummeting downward the dim overhead light flickering ominously. Her heart pounding harder, the elevator filling itself with people as it falls, Two, three, four, five, maybe more people, their eyes fixed on her, even though her face was buried in her palms. She could sense the ominous presence watching her, not blinking. The sound of exhaling near her shoulder, ears above her head got her almost close to passing out. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, kept her face buried in her hands. The descent felt never-ending. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t discern if this was real or a dreadful dream. She should have woken up by now, but she didn’t. Finally, the elevator thudded to a stop, a tingling sound signaled that the door had opened.
Rya’s eyes remained tightly closed.
To be continued…
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