I think a ghost took me to his penthouse apartment.

Some context - this happened a couple years back. I live in a pre-war building in a big city. It is, I believe 15 floors high or so. The highest floor is labeled “PH” on the elevator. I live on the 9th floor. I went in the elevator alone, pressed the button as I always do, and remember it lighting up like usual. The elevator then proceeded to go up….and up….and up….and completely PASSED my floor. The 9th floor button was still lit up though. 10…11…12… I am paralyzed in shock and fear (I am scared of elevators) and I inwardly imagine if the elevator just kept going and crashed into the roof of the building. It goes up to 14, and then it says PH. The doors open. I am met with the most peculiar scene. I literally have stepped into someone’s apartment. I’m in some sort of foyer, and I see hooks with some baseball caps. I glance into another room whose door was slightly ajar and see a kitchen, and there’s a small bathroom in front of me. But none of that is as odd as the piece of paper taped to the door on my left that says POLICE on it with do not cross yellow tape. At that point I noped out of there….but couldn’t find stairs.

So yes, I had to go BACK DOWN the same elevator. When I got to the lobby of my building I recounted this bizarre event to my doorman. His eyes widened and he pointed out two things to me. 1. The penthouse is only accessible by key. So you cannot click the PH button in the elevator and go there, unless you insert a key and turn it. That’s because, as I had already seen, the penthouse elevator opens directly into the apartment. 2. The resident who lived in the penthouse apartment had just recently passed away the previous day. That leaves me to wonder…why did the elevator take me to the penthouse without the key and without me pressing the button, and completely ignore my floor? Could the former resident have been going up to his place or playing a practical joke on me? Or was it merely a coincidence? I guess I’ll never know the answer.