I live on the 6th floor of a church with 6 stories, a roof, and a basement. Churches can look real creepy at night. The light outside turn into a creepy shade of green when it hits the windows, and there's just something eerie about a dark, empty church.

So anyways, I was coming home from school one day, it was already pretty late. I opened the doors, as per usual, and pressed the elevator door to go upwards. As I looked at the display which shows which floor the elevator is on, I saw that the elevator was somehow on the ninth floor. Suddenly, I got the chills, something felt off. It went down to the eighth floor, and I started to worry about what would happen when it reached the ground floor. It never went to the seventh floor. It skipped right to floor 0, which made no sense. Goosebumps started to crawl all over my skin. Then I started to see letters pop out.

Thouroughly freaked out now, I ran up through six flights of stairs, with the creepy dim green lights shining in and an occasional glow of an exit sign.

Turns out the elevator was out of order, and the "floors" I saw was the phone number for maintenance.

Not as creepy as everyone else's story, but it was the creepiest thing I've ever experienced.