Ever felt intense while in an elevator? Who wouldn't when one has to get to the main floor of an Apartment building with 15 flights at 12:30am.

Got a text message, "Am here, come to the entrance perimeter, am waiting in my car."

I texted back,"Be there in a few." Then I got out of room 1024 where I was from work and stepped in the loft from the 12th floor so as to get to the main floor.

Ding, sounds the elevator as the doors open on the 10th floor. A very tall and muscular caucasian man walks in with a sword in this hand.

Abit puzzled, I put my phone in my pocket (was watching some funny vines) to be alert because I wasn't alone anymore. I wanted to see his face but I couldn't because half of it was covered with a scarf and the other half was covered by the cape of his hoody. He looked like a serial killer, you know like the one who goes out late nights to murder people, particularly teenage girls.

I was scared for my life!!! "Why is he carrying such a sharp sword with him especially this late??" I thought to myself then saw him turn his face towards me and saw his dark hazel eyes gaze into mine.

He was going to say something to me or so I thought when he groaned and fisted his left hand.

At this point I started praying silently with my left eye closed and right eye wide opened and staring at his right hand holding that sword. I humbled myself and prayed: "Dear Lord in heaven, please help me your humble servant. I pray to you for your protection, Father I pray that I shall not die at this man's hands and sword," I paused then turned my right eye to the numbers of the elevator then quickly back to his hand and continued, "Let these remaining 5 floors be of peace and pass by fast, in Jesus' name, I pray."

The man looked at me wondering what I was up to. He pulled his bag that was on his back and got out a mask which he then put on his face.

I was looking more scared and thinking to myself, "Oh God! Is this how I die? Well, world it has been such a wonderful adventure," I sniffed and started having a mind play of memories.

Just as I was about to continue to think to myself, he turned towards me with his sword aimed at me, I closed my eyes in fear then heard him say, "Hey we're on the main floor."

"Waa..whhatt?" I stammered as I opened my eyes to the sound of the elevator doors opening then saw we were on the main floor. I thought to myself, " I'm safe! I made it" then sprinted out the doors to get entrance perimeter and looked for my ride's car which was by last row of the parking lot. I run fast towards the car then stopped and looked behind to see if the man followed me.

I saw him walking to a van that was in gear, it would seem someone was waiting for him. He looked back at me and said, " Happy Halloween."

I didn't respond but instead slapped myself hard on my forehead and said," You idiot!! He's wearing a costume and probably going to a party!" I paused then thought to myself, "But again, who goes out at a party this late?" I then walked to the car and got in.

" What happened to your forehead?" My ride (aunt) asked me.

Looking out through the right rear view mirror, I saw it was dead red and laughed. "Oohh that, umm it's been a long night," I said to her.

She was too tired to ask what happened, she drove us home which took about half an hour.

I was trying to gather some common sense that I still had to think of the scenarios of that hooded man then fell asleep.

Sometimes when am alone and scared, my mind shuts of its mentality. I don't like enclosed rooms and Halloween. Anyway please vote if you liked it and comment too! Would love to hear your thoughts :-)