lift.

i am amazed. yet again. just after the closer incident, i thought i'd seen it all. guess not. so there i was, checking the letterbox for new mail before sitting down in the bench in front of the lift lobby waiting for the rest of my family to come down so we can go and eat dinner. i saw this bunch of tattooed guys. one wasnt wearing a shirt and showing off his muscles (he had that kind of lean build) and there was another guy. the other four people were like checking them for weapons or something. maybe it was some confrontation or something. i was clueless. so after checking the two guys started stretching and talking to the other four. then they opened one of the lift. both guys went in. the other four stood around the door as a sort of barricade to prevent people from going in. the two dudes closed the lift door. just before it closed, both of them took on fighting poses. shit. i damn scared. whatever was going to happen wasnt good.

as soon as the lift door closed, i heard blows and shouting. they were fighting inside there. it was damn loud. and damn scary. i was hoping they'd just not notice me. but they were watching me. i just like tried to act normal. you know, if i ran away they might get suspicious see? besides, i wanted to see the outcome. hopefully, my family would delay. you know, might get nasty.

five minutes later the noise receded. the four guys opened the lift door. one of the guys was slumped against the wall moaning. the shirtless dude was standing, barely. both were bloodied up, badly. the lift was covered with streaks of blood. the floor, the walls. the four guys helped up the downed dude and the apparent winner and started going away. just before leaving, one of them shot me a glare and shouted,

"eh boy. don't tell anyone."

what the hell. family came down a minute later.