Fear Of Elevators Novels & Stories

I glared at him but it looked like he was looking at me with amusement but quickly masked it. “So you couldn't operate a simple elevator, is that what you're telling me?” “Ohh sorry Mr I'm rich, not everyone grew up being rich and has had the opportunity to enter an elevator, I thought I was going to die there” “How could you possibly die in an elevator, you need to stop being childish” “WELL MAYBE BECAUSE I GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC STAYING IN ENCLOSED PLACES FOR TOO LONG” I shouted feeling frustrated, like can he give me a break already.

“What is this” I murmur, reaching out to touch the smooth surface just as she presses another button and the enclosure slides close making me panic. “Wow so you can speak… Oh well this strangely claustrophobic space we’re in, is called an elevator. It’s not going to hurt you. It just… takes us upstairs without using the stairs” “I prefer stairs” I mumble “What if we get locked in with no way out?” She chuckles “I’m getting too old to deal with stairs dear. And with all the dancers parading around, I figured this was safer—for you, at least. Wouldn’t want anyone harassing you along the way”

“Of what?” “Mommy and Daddy.” Sebastian lowered his head. He was laughing. “No,” I said. “Why?” “Because no.” “That’s not a reason.” “It’s an excellent reason.” “I’m scared,” she said. Too quickly this time. I knew my daughter. “Scared of what?” Poppy thought about it. Her eyes moved toward the ceiling of the car as if the answer might be written there. “The elevator.” “You like elevators.” “Might be evil.”

normal. That’s when the doorbell rings. I freeze. It’s too early for Erik. He never rings the bell anyway—he has keys. My stomach tightens, fear prickling along my spine. I stand slowly, the towel slipping from my hands to the floor. I don’t move for a few seconds. Then I breathe. It’s okay. You’re safe. You can open the door.