Fear Of Elevators Novels & Stories

She concentrates on her monitor as I hear the clicking sound of the keyboard. After a few seconds, she responds. “It’s on the 30th floor, mam.” Oh, boy. I manage a smile. “Thank you.” Then I advance toward the elevator. It will take me an eternity to reach the 30th floor if I take the stairs. I sigh and get into the elevator. It’s empty and I’m glad for that. I usually take the stairs instead of the elevator because of the disgusting things some people do in elevators. But that's not the only reason. I'm also afraid of getting stuck in an elevator. That would be terrifying!

Christopher had never been late before…god…what if he'd been forced to ship out early? "No no no," she moaned. When it reached the subbasement the elevator doors didn't open. She looked around quickly. Why weren't the doors opening? She pressed the button indicating 'door open'. Nothing happened. Real fear hit her and she quickly pressed L for the lobby. Nothing happened. She quickly pressed 7, for her floor. And still nothing happened. The air froze in her chest. She was stuck in the elevator! Ashleigh had a real fear of small enclosed spaces. Elevators were bad for her, but made tolerable only due to the fact that she would be in one for less than a minute.

Its not like every elevator breaks down like the one I first entered back in Nigeria. He pressed the button for the top floor. Penthouse. "if you're not scared of closed spaces, then why did you hesitate to get in at first?" he asked curiously turning his attention on me. "Uhm.. Its just a silly fear" I said trying to brush it off. But he looked like he wasn't having it. So I sighed and said "the first time I stepped foot into an elevator it broke down and I was alone, I was in there for almost an hour. So if I can help it I try to avoid the elevators as much as I can." I finished off with a tight smile.

That small conversation gave me a small reprieve from my worries, but only for a little while. Once inside, I press the button for the executive floor, fumbling in the process. The higher the elevator climbs, the more tightly wound I become. I shove my trembling hands into my pockets, trying to contain the panic. Faster than I would’ve wanted, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. I hesitate as I grapple with my fear. I stand frozen, debating whether I should just turn back, like the coward I am. But just as the doors begin to close, I jump out.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the terror coursing through my veins. The descent felt like an eternity, every second stretching into a nightmare. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable impact while I tried to control my breathing as panic was setting in. Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a halt, the abrupt stop throwing us forward. We hit the floor hard, the wind knocked out of me.

Her manipulations had escalated to dangerous levels, and the consequences of her actions were about to unfold. As we stepped into the elevator of our luxurious penthouse, the familiar sense of security washed over me. The doors slid shut, enclosing us in a private sanctuary. But as the elevator began its ascent, a chill ran down my spine, an unexplained sense of foreboding that made my heart race. Suddenly, the elevator jolted to a stop, the lights flickering for a moment before plunging us into darkness. Panic seized my chest, and I instinctively reached out for Nathaniel's hand, seeking comfort in his touch.

Elana questioned as she tugged me by the silk robe, pulling me back inside the safety of the apartment. “I saw someone in the elevator,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. I looked confused, my brain trying to make sense of the fear. “Those eyes... They looked so daring. So cold.” Elana looked at me with a frown. To her, I was just being paranoid. In a building like Obsidian Heights, people take elevators all the time. There are dozens of residents, guests, and delivery people. To a human, it was just a neighbor going home.

If I were Jed, I would put it somewhere that father would not think Jed would go. I have weaknesses. I have many fears, and one of the happens to be the reason why I take the stairs the three floors to my unit every day. I hate enclosed spaces, always have ever since father's punishment of the coffin when I was nine, and father would never think I would get into an elevator.

Without thinking twice, I followed Ethan into the elevator. In movies, elevators have earned a reputation for being a center for a good horror scene. Which is why when the doors shut and Ethan pressed the ground floor button, I froze and started panicking internally. What if this turned into some sick nightmares where Ethan turned to something without a name and killed me? I should've thought about that before hopping into the elevator. However, it was my dream, so I could do whatever I wanted. I took a deep breath and decided to play cool.

Mia "I’ve been trying to figure that out for a long time.” He massaged bubbles into her scalp. “You can’t think of anything?” “God, this feels so good.” Succulent shivers ran down her body. “Focus, my love." “He doesn’t like taking elevators, but he will if it but he will if it doesn’t go higher than the third floor. I think he’s claustrophobic. He pretends that he isn’t. If the building is higher than four floors, he’ll take the stairs.”