Fear Of Elevators Novels & Stories

I stood, peeking from the corner, I saw them make their way into an elevator again. Fuck! I sprinted across the floor and slammed my eyes on the numbers, steadily rising like yeast till it clicked on the fifth floor and began its descent to the ground floor. As I rode the elevator to the fifth floor, my heart hammered in my chest, the fear of facing Anna and her vicious tongue once more.

The silver doors of the elevator glided open effortlessly, beckoning them inside. "Let's hop in, everyone," one of their collegues called out behind Nora, her voice carrying a tinge of excitement mixed with the anticipation of a productive day ahead. Everyone followed suit, and as they stepped into the elevator, the doors silently closed behind them. The familiar ding signaled the start of their ascent. But within seconds, a jarring halt jolted everyone forward, causing a collective gasp of surprise and fear. Nora's heart pounded in her chest, threatening to escape its confines. Darkness enveloped the elevator as the lights flickered off, plunging them into an eerie silence. Panic began to g

Having such a negative thought, I became so scared. "What are we going to do Boss? Although the engineering team are working on the elevator, we don't know when they will open the elevator" Ethan said, and fear gripped. Fear of what Denise might be going through. I was afraid that Denise might lose her breath before the elevator door opened.

Finally, I come across the stairs and push the door open. “Excuse me, ma’am?” A voice says from behind me and I freeze. Crap crap crap. I turn slowly, forcing a smile. “Yes?” “The elevator is over there. It’s a long way down to the lobby,” a kind nurse offers. “Oh, yeah,” I say, forcing myself to think up with an excuse. “I’m actually deathly afraid of elevators.” “Ah, I can understand that metal death traps if you ask me,” she says, leaning in, making a show of whispering to me. I grin nervously stepping through the door.

The sleek, modern elevator whisked them up to the top floor of Aiden’s luxury penthouse, the soft hum of the motor filling the air as they ascended into the unknown. Claire’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched the numbers climb, her mind racing with a whirlwind of anticipation and fear.

My name is Paris and I am an architect. Designing buildings and other physical structures were my job and being a perfectionist fit my personality. One thing is for sure, I hate mirrors. Catoptrophobia is a fear of mirrors. It’s all started back in my high school life where I face myself in the mirror and I’m really disappointed when I saw the fat and ugly looks of me. Nasty boys bullied me and pretty girls hate me that is why I change my whole lifestyle, clothes, hobbies even my family and my work.

When she reached the top, Anne shouted loudly and was greeted with deafening screams of admiration from her fans. No one expected it at all, right at that moment, Anne jumped and free-fell from the 8-meter high tower. Her body fell on the two audience members below her. Anne's head broke first and blood splashed on the bodies of the other audience members in the area. Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly.

And thinking up to there I felt shivers as I waited for the lift to land but something else happened "Ahh!" it was the lady who said when there was a jamming sound. More like the elevator was stuck before it reached its destination "A...are you okay?"I rushed to the lady and held her because she was panicking "calm down ..let me check"I said, patting her on the back to keep calm but the lady seemed hyper more like she was failing to breathe. I got scared when I left her to check on the elevator and the arrows on the monitor were flickering. Fear washed over me seeing this because it only meant

I panicked, thinking the elevator had broken down, and I was trapped inside all alone. I quickly pressed the emergency button. "Hello? The elevator has stopped! Is anyone there?" Fear gripped me, and my heart thudded loudly in my ears. After what felt like an eternity, the emergency speaker crackled to life, and the elevator started moving again. "We apologize for the confusion, ma'am. We mistakenly stopped the wrong elevator. You should be on your way now." I heaved a sigh of relief, attempting to regain my composure as I tried to calm my racing heart. I took a moment to compose myself and fix my hair.

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