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The 11th Floor
The 11th Floor
The 11th Floor
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The 11th Floor

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Luke, plagued by blackouts since a child, awakens in a room with a headless corpse. He escapes down a fire ladder and is led into a building owned by another one of the characters, Jonathan.

Jonathan, a millionaire who owns the building, opens his bedroom curtains that morning to find it is raining dead birds. When he arrives at work, he finds that his building completely deserted.

A father and daughter, on their way to a job interview, find an empty city and a disturbing vision of their dead bodies. They discover that the address given for the interview is the building owned by Jonathan.

Eddie, a homeless man, follows the other characters. Driven by his curiosity, he enters the building and becomes trapped in an elevator.

Each character experiences unique and disturbing challenges that they must overcome as they are lured up to the 11th floor of the Koenig building.

What awaits them in the building and up on the 11th floor? Will they be able to find the answers and help they have been seeking?

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Release dateDec 5, 2012
ISBN9781301177592
The 11th Floor
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Charles Culver

Husband and father of two girls. I've been doing computer work for 18 years. I have frequent nightmares that can sometimes be quite vidid. About a year ago I decided to start writing them down and turning them into stories. My first two books, The 11th Floor (parts one and two) are out now. My third book, un-yet-titled, is done and awaiting editing and revisions. It should be out in March.

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    This was a fast paced, short story about random people who seem to be thrown into an odd predicament. Everyone in the city has disappeared and they all are being guided to the 11th floor of one building. The story is dreamlike in its warping of reality, but it works so well with the storytelling that it completely captures you as if you were one of those having to make their way to the 11th floor. I simply could not put this book down and I am torn between feeling that I wish there had been more because I loved it so much and knowing that it was perfect exactly the way it was. You'll enjoy reading and you might not even solve the mystery until the very end.

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The 11th Floor - Charles Culver

The 11th Floor

Part One

By Charles Culver

Copyright 2012 - Smashwords Edition

V3.1 Updated Feb 19, 2013

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Copyright © 2012 by Charles Culver

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner of this book.

This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, business establishments, events, locales, are entirely coincidental.

Cover Image: Copyright Kutlayev Dmitry, 2012

Used under license from Shutterstock.com

Need to contact the author? You may contact the author by one of the following ways.

Email: info@chuckculver.com

Website: http://www.chuckculver.com

Introduction

For many years now, I have had some fairly disturbing nightmares. This book will probably be the first of many where I turn those nightmares into stories. I hope everyone reading this will enjoy the work that my subconscious mind cranks out while I am asleep.

I also would like to thank everyone who supported and encouraged me during the writing of my first book. First, my mother, Susan, deserves a lot of credit. Every time I completed a few chapters, I would send them to her for a review and opinion. Second, my wife Tamsen, who never even read one sentence of this until I was done. She reviewed the whole thing and pointed out every mistake I made.

I would also like to give some kudos to James Baldini. He is a good friend of mine who also recently just wrote and published his first book. Whether he knows it or not, he was my inspiration for actually getting this book done. His success provided some of my motivation. When you are done reading this story, check out his book. The Book of Virtues, Volume 1.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

He woke up screaming, heart racing. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he quickly looked around the room.

Great. Where am I now? he asked.

Fumbling through his pockets, he retrieved his cell phone and opened the flashlight app. The bright LED light illuminated the room. As the exhausted man looked around the barren room, he thought he was alone. Peering over the edge of the bed, he screamed again at the sight displayed before him. Lying in the corner of the room in a pool of blood was a headless male corpse.

Beginning around the age of nineteen, Luke had been experiencing occasional nighttime blackouts. A few years later, on the advice of his girlfriend at the time, he saw several doctors and had numerous tests performed. Not a single medical expert was able to find a cause for his condition. The best treatment anyone could suggest was to refrain from eating a few hours before bed, not to imbibe alcohol or drugs, and avoid stressful daily activities. More than one doctor suggested that exercise and a little bit of weight loss might have been wise. Their suggestions did help ease the occurrences, but did not cure his ailment.

Over the years, he kept himself in terrific health and was pretty much the ideal weight for his height— 185 pounds and six feet tall. He ran a few miles a couple times a week, and lifted weights occasionally. He never drank or used drugs. In fact, he was rarely ever sick. None of that, however, seemed to matter.

He was thirty-three years old but the night blackouts continued. He could only ever remember going to sleep and the subsequent nightmares that followed. The nightmares typically featured demons, spirits, ghosts, murderers, and other subjects of the macabre. When he would awaken, he would always find himself somewhere other than his own bed. Since he lived by himself in a studio apartment, he had no one to ask about what might have happened. He once tried to videotape himself while sleeping, but it proved to be a waste of effort. Upon review of the tape, it only showed him getting out of bed and turning the camera off. An action which he could not remember doing.

On a list of places he had found himself upon waking, next to a dead body was the most terrifying. In the past he had awakened under a tree in the woods, in a closet, the back seat of a car, and even once on the bathroom floor of a highway rest stop. The bathroom floor was easily the most repulsive place Luke had ever found himself. This time was different. Not once in fourteen years had he ever woken up next to another person, living or dead.

Luke stared at the body with his cell phone light and became overwhelmed with fear. His hands shook. With shaking hands, he switched off the light so he didn’t have to see the dead person anymore. Realizing that it would be impossible to find a way out of the room with no light, he quickly switched it back on and searched for a door. He found only a window with blackened panels.

The room itself was small, with old brick walls. Some graffiti could be seen, but was too faded to read. It looked like there had once been an unsuccessful attempt to remove, or wash it off. There was a twin mattress on the floor in the corner, a small, round coffee table, and a metal folding chair covered in blood. On the table were bits of hair, a few droplets of blood, and a blood-covered bread knife. On the wall next to the table, carved into the brick, was written, Lord, save me. They are coming for me. I don’t want to die. It looked fresh and recent. The brick shavings and dust were still present.

He headed towards the window. He needed to get out of this room as fast as possible, and the window was apparently the

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