Fear Of Elevators Novels & Stories

The agent gestured. We went with the agent into an elevator. When we were inside, I closed my eyes. Honestly, this is the only time I've ridden like this. Even in times when my parents are still with me, I don't like to use the elevator because I get dizzy when I'm inside of it. I have claustrophobia, and it's really hard for me to get stuck in small spaces. The line on my furrowed forehead disappeared because of how Marcov embraced me. I looked at him, he must have noticed that I was scared when we entered here so he did that to calm me.

“Is she okay?” I rolled my eyes, ignoring his initial comment. I sighed and rubbed Tinkerbell’s neck as she leaned into my legs. “She has anxiety. Elevators are one of the things she doesn’t like. My apartment isn’t up too many floors, so I take the stairs. I’m guessing there would be too many stairs to reach your place.” I explained. “Fifteen flights would be a good workout, but I don’t recommend doing it often.” He agreed. “Don’t worry, Tinkerbell. This elevator is pretty fast.” Clay assured my dog stretching her head.

Relief warred with a new wave of fear, a monstrous tide threatening to capsize her already unsteady emotions. Nora mumbled a breathless thank you, her legs already propelling her towards the elevators. Each second stretched into an eternity, the sterile lights blurring as her anxiety painted streaks of paranoia across her vision. The elevator arrived with a sigh, its doors parting like the jaws of a predator. Nora mouthed a 'thank you' to her as she hurried towards the elevator.

The staircase to the top floor would consume all my energy so I didn't have a choice. As I stepped my foot inside the open elevator, my heart began to thump fast because of the nervousness I felt. If someone entered this elevator on the other floors, I would be doomed for eternity. I would be having more stains of blood all over me. As minutes passed by and the elevator was quickly moving to the fourteenth floor, the tinging sound of it immediately sent chill down my spine. A person would enter. What am I supposed to do now? With my eagerness to escape another trouble, I gripped the pistols tight and braced myself to shoot.

I stayed rooted on my spot. With quivering legs, I reach the tightly shut elevator. The palm of my hands are wet from cold sweat. My eyes frantically search for the floor they are going. They are heading down. They are about to leave! In panic, I repeatedly push the button until the lift opened. There already two people standing inside. My heart is beating so fast and hard, to the point that I can hear it thumping just beside my ear. "Maybe I should have use the stairs instead!"

Needed to know if there was any part of my cousin left, or if the monster who'd tried to kill me had completely taken over. The elevator climbed slowly. One floor. Two floors. Three. With each floor, my anxiety grew stronger. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. My palms were sweating. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, screaming at me that something was wrong. You can still turn around, a voice in my head whispered. Press the button. Go back down. Leave right now. But then the elevator doors opened, and it was too late. The third-floor hallway stretched before us, dimly lit by emergency lighting that cast strange shadows along the walls. Empty offices lined both

I glared at him but it looked like he was looking at me with amusement but quickly masked it. “So you couldn't operate a simple elevator, is that what you're telling me?” “Ohh sorry Mr I'm rich, not everyone grew up being rich and has had the opportunity to enter an elevator, I thought I was going to die there” “How could you possibly die in an elevator, you need to stop being childish” “WELL MAYBE BECAUSE I GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC STAYING IN ENCLOSED PLACES FOR TOO LONG” I shouted feeling frustrated, like can he give me a break already.

“What is this” I murmur, reaching out to touch the smooth surface just as she presses another button and the enclosure slides close making me panic. “Wow so you can speak… Oh well this strangely claustrophobic space we’re in, is called an elevator. It’s not going to hurt you. It just… takes us upstairs without using the stairs” “I prefer stairs” I mumble “What if we get locked in with no way out?” She chuckles “I’m getting too old to deal with stairs dear. And with all the dancers parading around, I figured this was safer—for you, at least. Wouldn’t want anyone harassing you along the way”

normal. That’s when the doorbell rings. I freeze. It’s too early for Erik. He never rings the bell anyway—he has keys. My stomach tightens, fear prickling along my spine. I stand slowly, the towel slipping from my hands to the floor. I don’t move for a few seconds. Then I breathe. It’s okay. You’re safe. You can open the door.

A moment later, a voice responded. "Hello, what seems to be the problem?" "The elevator stopped on the third floor. It might be stuck." He explained. "All right Sir, just stay put. Let me see what the trouble is." "Stay put?" I echoed as the static crackled and disappeared. "Where the hell else would we go?" My jacket suddenly felt far too tight, my skin super hot. I'm claustrophobic and this right here is a recipe for a panic attack. "I'm sure everything is going to be fine." The man says with a shrug but all I felt was panic.