The dark space of the elevator shook a bit, before opening the door. In front of him, there was an old fashioned corridor, just like in these classical hotels. He wanted to step out, despite overwhelming feeling, there was something wrong with the space outside. Air felt much too cold and he could hear his own breath.
White walls covered with fancy ornaments seemed to glow with an odd, bluish shade. An abrupt discharge of electricity went from one wall to another. He backed off and thought, how the hell that could happen.
When he glanced again, the corridor was filled with low, buzzing static and the glowing became more greenish. He decided to get closer again and check out this phenomenon, but he hit an invisible wall. The elevator door was open but he was kept inside, apparently to be just a spectator of this unusual sight. It got even colder and intense glow filled the air behind the invisible bareer, so he had to squint. However, he didn not back off.
Through the fog and intensifying greenish flashes, he could distinguish a vague shape that looked almost like a man in a suit. He could swear there was a tie on the figure's neck.
And then he heard a powerful, creepy and bizzare laugh! It was coming from inside of the elevator. He looked around and saw nothing but dark and heavy wooden walls, gleaming in the twilight. He felt a bit stunned and could not stand straight. The cackle continued, so he started shouting. He wanted to make the voice stop, to say what it wanted. Then he banged on the walls. The laugh was so loud now, he could barely hear the deep thuds of his hands hitting the wood.
He turned back to see the scary corridor and saw a pale face of-
„Mister Freeman…"Accented the voice.
Gordon moaned with terror. He wasn't able to open his eyes immediatelly.
„Freeman, hey! Calm down man!" Said someone too familiar.
„Oh my God!" Replied Gordon, barely coming back alive again."Shit…" He rubbed his eyes and sat down on the couch."What the fuck.. What kind of dope was that?"
„Cool down Gordy! You're safe now."
„Don't call me like that!" Yelled Gordon totally conscious now and very, very dissatisfied. „This shit gives me nightmares!"
„But it's daytime, man! Sorry man… You know I cannot guarantee the effect on everybody." Replied his roommate.
He loked exactly how a stoner should look like. Except he never behaved like one. But he kept his hood on his head almost all the time. Even now in their apartment. And it was summer!
„I'm not buying this from you ever again! From now on it's just legal stuff!" Said Freeman to himself, scratching his not very well combed hair. Well, more like a mess of hair.
„Oxycodone!" Singed his friend and whistled.
„At least I know what to expect from it!"
„Aspirine for nerds! Sucker!" Said Toby, taking off his shoes threw them into the corner of the room.
„Don't start it Toby! „ Freeman gave him a sharp look. His friend felt a cold chill on his neck.
Sometimes Gordon really creeped him out, and it had been happening always when he was sober. Ironic and not that rare as you would think.
„So, what's going on?" Asked Freeman, laying back on the couch again.
„Well… You got my stash?" Replied unhooded student.
„Give me some time… I'm working on it."
„Come on Gordon!" Toby got impatient. „I'm giving you so much of my stuff almost for free! And you know the right people…"
„But this is not a freakin aspirine. Give me some time!"
„A week!"
„Fine!" Freeman got really irritated. He was working on getting this precious substance for quite a while now, although it was such a delictae case. It was almost not worth a risk of beeing removed from the university. But he needed cash.
They both sighted.
And there was a knock on the door. And an immediate repeat of it but much harder.
Gordon skipped to grab his pants and pulled on a t shirt in a very clumsy manner. The dope must be still working a bit…
Toby rushed to the door but waited for his friend to get dressed. He reminded quiet and just signalized Freeman to fix his glasses right. So he adjusted them with shaking hands.
Toby reached the door handle and the hard knock repeated even louder.
„I know that you're there, Freeman!" Shouted a bit muted voice from behind the door. A voice of a middle aged man, obviously a man who came for justice.
„Shiiit…" Whispered Gordon with regret on his face.
„I'm not sticking out my neck for you this time, Gordy." Murmured his friend.
The nocking and shouting from the outside repeted franticly.
„Don't call me like that! Just open the fucking door! I'll handle that!" He said it with a bit doubtful determination. Toby could see, that his friend had lost quite a bit of his usuall cockiness. A really sad view.
He almost strained his hand when opening the door.
Suddenly Gordon jumped in front of him and said something that his friend was sure to be a lie.