The Elevator

At 11:59 PM, I got into the last elevator of the night at work. Just as the doors were about to close, a woman in a red dress suddenly pushed her way in. She kept her head down, her long hair obscuring her entire face. I pressed the button for the 12th floor, but she reached out and pressed B1. Oddly enough, our company doesn't even have a basement. The elevator began to descend. 12th floor, 11th floor, 10th floor... I grew increasingly uneasy and couldn't help but ask, "Miss, where are you going?" She didn't answer. The elevator stopped at B1, and the doors slowly opened. It was pitch black outside, and I could faintly hear the sounds of many people crying. The woman finally lifted her head. Her face had no eyes, only a mouth stretched wide to her ears. "You're finally back." I frantically mashed the close door button, but the elevator didn't respond at all. The next morning, security found the elevator stopped on the 12th floor. On the security camera footage, I was seen entering the elevator alone, then kneeling on the floor, begging for forgiveness at the empty air. And clearly reflected on the elevator's metal door was the silhouette of a woman in red. She had been standing right behind me the entire time.