Fear Of Elevators Novels & Stories

I grabbed it quickly, eager to leave this forsaken place. As I turned to leave, my footsteps echoed eerily, making my stomach twist with unease. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched by something, or... someone. My skin prickled, the hairs on my arms standing on end. Suddenly, I spotted an elevator at the end of the hall. Relief washed over me because I knew there was no way I could make it down all those stairs again without feeling the urge to throw up. Something deep inside warned me against using the elevator, but stubbornness got the better of me. It will be fine, I reassured myself, stepping inside.

he told me the truth about the elevator incident. "You mean there is someone who deliberately wants to kill Grandpa and me? Or maybe Grandpa was his only target and I just get involved because I am with him, right?" I asked him with wide eyes. As I found out, my fear of riding in the elevator increased even more. Now I am a hundred percent sure that I won't ride an elevator for the rest of my life.

Putting up a mental wall between the odd cars and me. I cross the road successively, managing to not get trampled by the animal kingdom that is Boston pedestrians. I run up the stairs bypassing the elevator completely. I had an irreprehensible fear of elevators since I was three. I can't really pinpoint exactly when the phobia began or what triggered it but after twenty-two years of sweating and panting up apartments staircases, I've still never even spared the death trap a second glance. Nearing my apartment, I dig through my purse for my keys.

I was standing in a perfectly safe, high-end elevator in the middle of the day, and I was counting the floors. I stopped and stared at the control panel. The numbers continued to climb toward the penthouse, but I stayed still, my hand hovering near the rail. I felt a strange, jarring sense of dislocation. I have no anxiety in elevators. I have never had anxiety in elevators. I’m a man who lives on the top floor of his own world. I don't fear the drop, and I don't fear the climb. So why was I counting?

When there are other people it doesn't feel so bad and she doesn't think about what might happen if she was alone in the building. With a loud bang, the elevator began moving fast like the lines had been cut off… It was moving so fast I couldn't help but scream in fear as I grabbed hold of something.. My heart was beating so fast and I was engulfed in fear and panic.. It was my first time being Trapped in an elevator and it Felt like my life was flashing before my eyes… I kept screaming hysterically as the elevator kept dropping all the way from the 100th floor and with a loud thud it stopped moving and the lights went out immediately..

That small conversation gave me a small reprieve from my worries, but only for a little while. Once inside, I press the button for the executive floor, fumbling in the process. The higher the elevator climbs, the more tightly wound I become. I shove my trembling hands into my pockets, trying to contain the panic. Faster than I would’ve wanted, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. I hesitate as I grapple with my fear. I stand frozen, debating whether I should just turn back, like the coward I am. But just as the doors begin to close, I jump out.

We rush inside together, our steps hurried, our shoulders almost brushing but never quite touching. The fluorescent lights are too bright. The air smells like antiseptic and fear. We step into the elevator and the doors slide shut. The space immediately feels too small. I feel it in my chest first, a subtle tightening, a warning my body gives me long before my mind catches up but I tell myself its only for a few seconds. The elevator jerks once, then stops and the lights flicker. “No,” I whisper. Andre presses the emergency button instantly. “It’s okay,” he says calmly. “It’s probably just a delay. These things happen.”

"Why did you look so scared inside the elevator earlier? Are you claustrophobic? You were shaking like you had just seen a ghost." "I-" I sat beside him and decided to tell him why. "It's not really that serious and no, I'm not claustrophobic. I just got trapped alone in an elevator three years ago. It was just me and it took about an hour before I was rescued. Since then, I've been getting pretty nervous every time I ride the elevator. Silly, I know, I just don't want it to happen again... It really scares me..." "But it happened again. I'm sorry." He looked at me and I saw sincerity in his eyes. I couldn't believe Nate Sarmiento said sorry to me. "You should've told me you were scared. I s

I should have taken a short video of this moment because he was never nervous. The elevator climbed in silence, each floor ticking like a countdown. My stomach twisted tighter with every number that lit up. Seeing him nervous made me nervous somehow. I wanted to ask more questions to demand to know why this felt different from other meetings we had attended together, but the words were stuck in my throat held back by something I couldn't name. Fear? Possibly. Or the growing certainty that I didn't want to know the answers. The elevator opened on the 23rd floor.

(4). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 4: Creaks... . ~~Lyla Drew~~ I walked out of my room hurriedly shutting the door behind me. I’m not taking any chances. Walking downstairs, I paused hearing a creaky sound in the upstairs floorboard. Don’t think about it, Lyla. This house is old, it has creaks all the time. I assured myself while heading downstairs and then to the dining room where Klaus was already waiting for me.