The Black Bag

She skipped to the elevator, excited about the prospect of having lunch with her girlfriend.

Singing to herself, she pressed the down button and looked around the lobby. She stopped when she saw a black luggage bag resting by the wall.

It seemed innocent enough, being a bag with no distinguishable markings. It was around 3 feet wide and 2 feet tall. She looked around for possible traces of a trail or even some semblance of its owner, but there didn’t seem to be any nearby.

She bit her lip and wondered whose bag it was and why it was left behind there. And what was inside? Haphazardly packed clothes? Party favors? A trapped magician? Smuggled goods? Party drugs? A dead body?

She laughed, shaking her head. The real thing was probably more mundane, as life usually was.

The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival. With a wide smile, she stepped inside and pressed the button to the ground floor. She leaned back on the elevator and took one last look at the bag.

The bag started twitching violently, and some kind of dark fluid started leaking from it.

Before she could react, the elevator doors shut closed, and she was left alone with her thoughts.

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Image source: wolf-minori.deviantart.com/art/Enough-447218142
First written February 20, 2018.
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