Fear Of Elevators Novels & Stories

Inside the elevator, Rome was a bundle of nerves—fidgeting, pacing in place, and practically drilling holes into the metallic walls with her restless eyes. Connie and Jiggy had stayed on the 26th floor while she headed straight to the rooftop. And as the elevator climbed, so did her anxiety—rising like steam in a pressure cooker, threatening to blow the lid off at any second. Her chest felt tight, like someone had poured soda into her lungs and was now shaking the can for fun. Great. Just great.

The lobby was quiet as I reached the elevator, save for the distant echoes of footsteps and faint conversations at a far end of the hallway. I hesitated, my hand hovering near the button as panic desperately clawed up my throat. Flashes of what happened earlier in the day flooded mercilessly into my head. I felt a mixture of worms and butterflies moving rapidly in and out of my stomach. If I stepped into the elevator and it suddenly stopped working midway, I wasn't sure what would happen to me. Ever since I was a child, I'd always been scared of being confined. My parents somehow thought that was the biggest punishment they could give me—locking me up away just so I wouldn't mingle around wi

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..

I assured her. She smiled bitterly and stretched out her arm to give me my jacket, "Thanks for this but you can have it. As it is, it's already very hot in here and we're running out of air." "No, we're not," I told her. "We're over breathing due to anxiety and your claustrophobia makes you think we are losing air. Elevators are not airtight so trust me, we will not be dying due to lack of oxygen here. Try to be calm."

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.