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Thread: The Elevator Ritual

This was his post, an AC from the US

that's creepy as fuck

Illuminati card "Eliza" ???????????

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Last Edited by Hila Witkutin on 04/24/2016 10:05 AM

Yeah...that guy knew all the details, to the very last one of them-

This is what he wrote:

She met this man waiting for the elevator shortly after her arrival. He noticed her right off the bat. He watches the tourists come and go. The tourists stay on the first four floors. He loved the fact she was alone, plus she was different. He broke the ice by asking her why she's alone in such a questionable area of LA. She explained how she found the place on the internet and liked the history. She's not new to staying at hostels. He was glad only one elevator was working that week.

The man has charm and is funny, although he is older she likes him and his personality. He is a man of the streets. He reveals during this first encounter that he lives on the top floor of the motel and is adept at its history. She enjoys this. They part ways and he takes note of the fact she is interested in art and history.

The second morning of her stay she is in the motel lobby about to leave to pursue her itinerary of places she wants to see in LA. He had to hang around outside of the hotel before she came down but his judgement was correct, he thought he had missed her. She exits the motel and there he is with a warm, trusting smile. He is excited she smiles back at him. He told her that he gets up early to grab the paper. He shows her the art section and some interesting studios and historic places nearby that she might want to see. He lets her go although he would like to talk more. He is smart and has been in this situation before. He previously unnerved a young lady years ago that he was watching by being overly friendly. Take it slow he tells himself.

He decides not to follow her that day, it doesn't matter to him, he knows she will be back. He quickly goes back to his room on the 14th floor and opens the blinds to the LA streets down below. It's a perfect view. Years ago he purchased a decent spotting scope with a tripod at a sporting goods store. He puts his eye to the view finder and quickly scans the sidewalk in the direction she left for. He spots her at a bus stop. He watches her, he is getting aroused. He spends the rest of the day, like he usually does, masturbating furiously while watching young women through his scope.

It's going to be getting dark soon as he scans the street below looking for the oriental queen. There she is, he adjusts his scope and tracks her movements. He quickly scrambles his clothes on and heads out the door. He runs down the stairs to the lobby. He quit using the elevators unless he has to because of those pesky surveillance cameras. He timed it perfectly, she is not there yet. He strikes up a conversation with the hotel clerk to look preoccupied when she enters. Out of the corner of his eye the oriental queen enters and heads for the elevators. He turns his head as she passes and says "well, how'd it go today?". She smiles and says "great" and thanks him for telling her about a particular landmark she really enjoyed.

They walk together towards the elevator and he explains about a cool little art cafe that is a local hangout nearby and invites her to lunch the next day. She hesitates but he has learned to use that trusting smile. He has practiced this smile so much. She accepts! He is so pleased. The elevator doors opens and she enters but he does not. He tells her he has to go visit his mom in a nursing home and she likes that. He knows to never be seen together on those elevator cams. He holds the elevator button down while he explains to her that the cafe doesn't open until 2pm and he'll meet her outside the motel at about 1:30. She feels good, excited, she longs for friends, especially a cool guy from LA. He brandishes that trusting smile one more time while the elevator doors close.

She thinks about him that night laying in bed. He is handsome. She has explored her sexuality in the past but recently her body has been extremely desperate for that touch. He also thinks about her, but the thoughts are dark. He is a dark man inside. He dreams of screams. She dreams of a beautiful lake, crystal clear waters.

He noticed she put extra effort into how she looked that day when they met outside the hotel. His conversation was perfect during the date. He practiced everything he would say. He made her laugh hysterically while they were eating that she almost choked. She really likes him and is already thinking how her parents would react. So soon, she thought, a boyfriend? No, just a one time thing. She wouldn't tell anyone. No tumblr updates, no blog posts, nothing. This has to be a secret. She still cant believe that she invited him up to her room as they were walking back to the hotel. He convinces her to use the stairs to go up to her room because he doesn't trust the elevators. She slides her key into her room door lock, it makes an ominous noise, he smiles and jokes about ghosts on the 4th floor. They enter and immediately begin to make out. They are locked together as one when they fall on the bed. She can hardly believe that he is inside her. He is powerful, she compares her long time ex-boyfriend to him. They go on a sexual quest for hours, she has never felt this way before. His thrusts are deep and hard. They managed to break the sink while trying out different positions and cause a leak, they laugh about this. They are laying in bed exhausted when he invites her up to his room to check out his art collection. She agrees. He gives her his room number and tells her to meet him up there.

It's dark out now. She looks at her watch, almost 11. She almost doesn't go but her body is still tingling. She wants to explore him. She gets in the elevator and presses number 14. His room is down the hall, she finds it and knocks. The door opens and she melts at that smile. He pours a glass of Hausgemacht for her. She has never drank the green liquid before. It's the real deal. They talk and drink and he shows her some art pieces but unfortunately she found them disturbing. She is taken aback by his choice in art and studies the room. She doesn't like it. He jokes and says let me see your glasses you must not be seeing right this art is great. She giggles and gives them to him. An uneasy feeling sweeps through her. He notices this and goes to the kitchen area of his tiny residence and picks up the phone. "Why don't you come up boss" he says and hangs the phone up. She wants to leave now.

He tries to convince her to stay but she is already out of the door walking to the elevators. She is still friendly to him as he calls out to her from his doorway. She presses the elevator button. My glasses! Damn, maybe I shouldn't leave she thinks, I am overreacting. The elevator opens, she can't see the buttons and the green liquid is settling in now. She presses the middle row of buttons, she remembers the 4th floor is in the middle. She doesn't know that she hits the door open button. It's an older Otis elevator. When the door open button is pressed it will stay open until the door close or the call button is activated. Is he following me? She decides to use friendship as a defense and stomps out in a child like manner, almost flirtatious. No one is there. She hears a metal door close somewhere in the stairwell next to the elevator. She needs her glasses. She exits and stands next to the call button. No one is coming, she enters the elevator again and presses any buttons that she can feel. Nothing. She stands outside again when she notices his figure down the hall. She tells him that she can't see, pleads with him. He says nothing. Behind her the stairwell door opens. The Boss. He has a weapon.

They are aware of the camera in the elevator.
The boss tells her to step towards him. She obeys.
He is pure evil, he smiles as he presses the elevator button. The door closes.

She was murdered. The tape was tampered with. Check the time slots. Minute or two goes missing. Corrupt assholes killed her

Yeah, in addition, after carefully analyzing that video a while back, I came to the conclusion that someone had to have walked past the elevator (in view of the camera) shortly after Elisa exited to the left.

The only innocent explanation I have for it is that LA cops cut out footage of someone they had ruled out as a suspect.

But I'm 99% certain she was murdered. I can't see the case ever being reopened again unless the murderer repeats his crime, and is caught and linked to the case. If it were my daughter, I'd have had a private investigator on this.

Yes, WHY did the police not arrest the employees of the hotel who were obviously in on it?

Oh come on. I have called this out as a fake story way back.
First Elisa Lam is a medical test. So, I think the name is fake. LAM-ELISA to test for TB.

But, the main thing is the story of her being in the water supply of a hotel. That would be the real story that people were drinking water steeped with a dead body allegedly. I have not heard how their health was. How would your health be after that? Well, you would if you were drinking water from that tank. Remember the disgusting pics they showed?
As if you wouldn't have called someone if you had essence of dead body pouring from the taps long before the media showed up.

I think it was fake news. The Cecil was sold in 2011 with rebranding to have taken place in 2013. I guess that was "rebranding". If anything a big story to call attention for creepy tourist attraction.
In 2014 it was bought for $30 million. Do you think anyone would pay that kind of money if that had really happened?

Anyway the pics of her doing her acting being caught on camera in the elevator never seemed quite "legit" to me.
It reads like creepy pasta.

It was for some agenda that was going on in the area at the time. Maybe the owners were resistant to sell to developers. Maybe the City wanted to use it to test occupants of the Cecil and "relocate" them elsewhere before gentrification.

In short, I think the story was fake news.

Wow seriously? You think this girl ever died? Did she ever exist or what?

Is this about living in a parallel universe?, you know the real one?, and then the one in your head?, Shelter Island style...

No, she never existed. The backstory doesn't make sense.
A similar thing happened in Jacksonville, Fl. They had a long battle over the fate of "The Landing". Some wanted to keep it going and refurbish it. Others wanted to tear it down for "others" to redevelop. They claimed there was a shooting there at a gamer contest and some potato photo of a kid who strongly resembled "Adam Lanza" was produced and claimed to be the shooter with two people who lived "out of town" of course killed. (You can't follow up on it).
Anyway, good news, after this the county or city got the property "hooray" amirite??? and it was prmoptly torn down.
You know for the good of everybody concern and will be redeveloped by interested parties. The End.