The Elevator Fifty-Nineth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement. Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to. He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.

During their weekly poker game, Reggie remarked, "Did you see that sign outside the elevator?"  The poker game made up of seven men in their twenties had been going on for over a year.

"The one that says, 'In case of Magic Imp Do Not Use Elevator'?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"It must be a joke."

"No, I actually saw him.  You won't catch me in the elevator."

"You are shitting us."

"No, it's real."

"I've been using the elevator.  I haven't seen anything."

"Maybe you've been lucky."

"Come on, it's a joke.  Some prankster put it up."

"Then how come it hasn't been taken down by management."

"No one said they were very good at their job."

"I'm telling you it's real.  I'm not going anywhere near there."

"It's getting late.  The game is almost over, we'll go and see.  There is nothing there."

"Suit yourself.  I'm taking the stairs."

Twenty minutes later, six out of the seven in the poker group were at the elevator.  A couple was pointing saying they see the supposed magic imp.  None of the men thought there was there was a problem.

"OK, you've had your fun," said 23-year-old John who was wearing a grey shirt, jeans, and had a red sweater wrapped around his waist.  He was carrying a black purse, which matched his black shoes with a half-inch hell.  Fun was fun, but he had to go to the bathroom.  Recently he seemed to have to go often.  Things had gotten so bad, that he had to start wearing pads in his panties.

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