It was a long flight of stairs that led down into the boiler room of the second building. Chase always felt it was like walking into his own secret science laboratory, a childish thought from time to time, but something he felt he needed to do to lighten up his mood. As he got closer to the bottom, sounds of boilers became louder. Beeps, steam pressure hisses, clanking metal from time to time; it was all that a boiler room should sound like.<br/><br/>Directly across from the stairwell was a dimly lit desk with a few different computers on it, monitoring the status of the various machines in the boiler, as well as sensors throughout the building should there be a leaking pipe, fire, or other emergency type alarms. Chase clicked through the windows to see if the sensor for the fourth floor near Mr. Miles was showing anything abnormal and so far there was nothing. Seeing no use of the computers at the moment, Chase decided to turn the monitors off. As the last one shut off, there was a sudden reflection on the screen of someone standing behind Chase. It was more than enough to send his heart up in his throat and his swift turn around nearly caused him to trip over the corner of his desk. But there was no one there...as usual. Chase rubbed his eyes briefly and wiped away some sweat from his forehead, hoping it was from the heat from the boilers and not just having the shit scared out of him. A sudden beeping sound startled Chase again.<br/><br/>"Fucking shit....Pull it together man...." he ordered himself as he took a deep breath. He turned on the monitors and found that one of them had an alarm going that the south elevator in the building had stalled. After grabbing the door rod Chase ran back upstairs and made his way back to the office to grab some tools. Upon arrival he watched an elderly lady walk away from his door after taping something to it, most likely another complaint from Mrs. Ellis, a widowed and grouchy old hag that left more mundane complaints for him to deal with than actual real work orders he had piled on his desk. After ripping the sheet off the door Chase read it briefly, releasing a large sigh from his lips.<br/><br/>"I fix mechanical and plumbing problems...not people problems." he said softly to himself as he crumbled up the complaint and tossed it into the trash bin after opening the door to his office. Once inside he grabbed his desk phone and dialed out to the South elevator to see if anyone was stuck inside. The phone rang once and then it was silent. Chase listened more closely and could hear very minor breathing.<br/><br/>"Hello? Anyone there? I know the elevator is stuck and I am on my way to help get you out...Hello?" still the subtle breaths echoed over the phone line. Frustrated, Chase turned to his computer monitors and looked towards the one dedicated to the surveillance cameras. The camera inside the south elevator was showing that the elevator was in fact empty and no one was inside. But then the breathing on the phone stopped and the south elevator camera flickered momentarily. Chase listened closely to the eerie and sudden silence at the other end of the phone. For unknown reasons he felt compelled to stay on the line even though everything in his mind and body told him to hang up immediately and turn away from the camera. But he just couldn't, he leaned in closer thinking that for some reason he might be able to see something that wasn't really there. Chase's eyes studied the screen, darting up and down, left and right but still nothing there.<br/><br/>"Hel..." a sudden ear shattering shriek with a simultaneous appearance of a shadowy figure in the static picture on the monitor what lunged out towards the camera sent Chase flying back off of his seat and on to the floor. As he scrambled to his feat he looked back at the monitor: clear picture and no one in the elevator. After a few moments the phone started beeping which took Chase's attention away from the monitor.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">If you would like to make a call, please hang up and tr</span>" Chase gently placed the phone back on the receiver and stood there leaning over his desk trying to catch his breath.<br/><br/>"It's getting worse...the visions never used to be this bad..." he spoke quietly to himself. Chase closed his eyes and swallowed hard, grabbing the emergency elevator door pry bar and his tool belt. Regardless of these horrid glimpses, he had a job to do and that was to check on the elevator. Even more so, maybe he could get some clarity on what the hell is going on if he investigated there too. After checking his computer one more time for the floor that the elevator was stuck at, Chase left his office and began heading for the top floor.