Fear Of Elevators Novels & Stories

It was a dilemma that required a quick decision, one that balanced her fear with the urgency of the situation. With a prayer on her lips, she mustered up the courage to step into the elevator, despite her escalating phobia. As the doors closed, her heart raced, and her fear intensified. She tightly shut her eyes, gripping her hands together, desperately seeking solace in deep breaths to calm her frayed nerves. The confined space seemed to suffocate her, threatening to trigger another panic attack. The weight of her phobia bore down on her, amplifying the tension and making each passing second feel like an eternity. She yearned for the doors to open, to escape the clutches of her fear.

Aunt Bernadetted laughed as she typed on her phone. We entered the elevator and even though she was busy with her phone, she was quick enough to hold my hand like she always does before the elevator door closed. I smiled there. I fear elevators— because it was suffocating for me. But I could manage that fear to not interfere with my daily encounter with elevators. My fear only doubles when I'm in the hospital elevator. In this instance, I couldn't stay alone in an elevator— I would freak out and the worst thing that would happen was me collapsing.

I grumble as I pull up in another parking bay. “Evidently, one that thinks they can do what they want and doesn’t give a toss.” We get out of the car and walk toward the back entrance of the building. Ayla walks over to the elevator while I make a beeline to the stairs. I’m claustrophobic and have a fear of elevators, so I climb twenty flights of stairs every day. “When are you going to get over your fear of elevators, Mimi? You’re a grown woman!”

Ryan replied, descending the stairs with me. "And now? Do I have to live here now?" I asked, stopping and turning to him. He also stopped. "You don't want to?" "No. It's scary. Everything here's scary. The dark hallways, your dad, your Pack members, and that fuckass elevator. I think it might drop on my head one day." I muttered exasperatingly. "It won't. The elevator was developed by the best.." I snapped my head to him at once and he stopped, pressing his lips together.

The higher they went, the more terrifying it became. They were so high up. She felt like she was stepping on thin air. The elevator had a view similar to a glass skywalk, but even more exhilarating. The elevator had a warning sign that forbade those with acrophobia or heart conditions from riding it. Iris tightened her grip on the handrail. Noticing her apprehension, Brad couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re so timid, Iris." The cinema was on the 101st floor. By the time they reached the 50th floor, Iris had closed her eyes, refusing to look down.

Axel remarked, pressing the button for the floor where her room was located. “Why build it so tall when you’re the only one living here?” she asked, crossing her arms. “And some guards,” he corrected, his smug expression making her snap her mouth shut. She rolled her eyes, refusing to object further. As they stepped into the elevator, Hazel’s body tensed. A shiver ran through her, her fingers curling tightly around the fabric of her dress. The familiar fear clawed at her chest. She had always hated elevators—hated confined spaces. The walls felt like they were closing in, and her breathing turned shallow. Her hands grew clammy, her vision slightly hazy as the anxiety took hold. She should ha

But the more she tried to convince herself, the stronger her fear became. Desperate to escape the eerie atmosphere, Phoebe quickened her pace toward the elevators. At last, at the end of the long, dark hallway, she saw the dimly lit elevator button. That tiny light dispersed much of her fear. She pressed the down button without hesitation. With a soft ding, the elevator doors slowly slid open. Without a second thought, she rushed inside, as if something terrifying was chasing her from behind. She quickly pressed the button for the first floor, then leaned against the elevator wall, gasping for breath. Her eyes remained fixed on the closing doors, and only when they fully shut did she finally

"I was worried that Grandma would be out soon, and I was afraid that you two might be too hungry. There were too many people waiting in the elevator lobby, so I didn't want to wait. "It's only fifteen floors. It's nothing."

We both entered the luca carrier as Linda calls it. From my thoughts and slight fear for elevators I expected the old fashioned thing to fall off, hang or do something out of this world, but I can’t believe it actually worked perfectly. My percentage for trusting this thing was very low that I was very positive it won’t be able to carry both Linda and I, much less carry much weight like my heavy bags. But- but it proved me wrong and carried us to the third floor without any problems and for the first time my phobia didn’t embarrass me.