The Elevator

Thousand words. That's how many were there on the walls of the elevator. Five thousands two hundreds and twenty five letters. I don't know how long I have been in here, but I had time to get bored and count to several thousands. Even made a mistake and had to start over, so that probably tells you a lot.

The elevator is not stuck by the way, it has been moving from the beginning and it's not slow either. It's just... Look, this is probably my fault. I sneaked into this famously haunted building, and there were stories about creepy stuff in the elevators so I hopped into one, and I looked at the buttons that clearly wanted a combination of numbers given the number of floors in the building so I pressed a random number. Rather high number, definitely higher than the number of floors. I thought I might piss off some ghostly janitor and get a response so I could leave quickly, instead, the doors shut and the elevator went up.

The words are really tiny and in what I assume is latin. On the first glance they look like a decoration of the elevator, but when you start reading it, not that I speak any of it, it is not your generic lorem ipsum, it looks like an incantation to me. I don't know what "floor" am I passing right now, but I am really terrified of what is there and I can feel the elevator starting to slow down.