Fear Of Elevators Novels & Stories

“Not until she says you can.” Fear rippled through the crowd. Some tried to crawl back. Others cried. A few begged. None of it mattered. Ethan turned away from them and walked back into the mansion. Up on the balcony, Lily stood frozen. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the iron grill behind her, knuckles pale. The screams below had faded, replaced by a suffocating silence. When she heard footsteps, her breath hitched. “Lily.” She turned slowly. Ethan stood a few feet away, his shadow stretching toward her under the balcony lights. She didn’t move closer. She didn’t move away. Her eyes were wide—not with hatred, not with anger—but with something closer to fear mixed with disbelief.

My fingers were locked together, rubbing against each other with a frantic, repetitive friction. I hated elevators. I had always hated enclosed spaces where I wasn't in control. Aaron’s eyes traveled over to my corner. He watched the frantic motion of my fingers, his expression shifting as a look of deep remembrance crossed his features. Back at the university library, whenever the old lift would stutter between floors, I would turn white and squeeze his hand until his knuckles cracked. "Still scared?" Aaron asked quietly, his voice remarkably gentle. I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes fixed on the elevator floor numbers. "A little."

He couldn't fathom how Shanaya could have escaped the building. ******* She found herself standing anxiously in front of the elevator, caught between a time constraint and her fear of enclosed spaces. The weight of the situation pressed upon her as she knew the guards were closing in, leaving her with little time to spare. Contemplating her options, she glanced at the stairs, realizing that the 46 floors she needed to descend made it an impractical choice. However, her claustrophobia made the thought of entering the elevator unbearable. It was a dilemma that required a quick decision, one that balanced her fear with the urgency of the situation.

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

"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."

With some effort, Olivia pressed the code next to the door and proceeded towards the elevator. Olivia didn't particularly like being in small, enclosed spaces. People referred to it as claustrophobia. Fortunately, Olivia's claustrophobia wasn't too severe. As long as she didn't spend too much time in the elevator, she believed she would be fine. She couldn't imagine having severe claustrophobia, as it would mean having to climb the emergency stairs all thirty floors every time she visited the place.