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The elevator

by mrzombiepants @ 2007-11-18 - 10:51:08 pm

Darkness, darkness is all I see and slowly my vision begins to return. Blurry at first, only shades of light and dark, then formless shapes. I wait for a little while and my vision becomes sharper and I am able to once again see.

I am alone in an elavator, metal panneled walls with a woodgrain patteren and stainless steel highlights. There is a single fluorescent light in the celing casting it's pale light on me, giving my skin a light blue tint. I can hear it's buzzing over the tacky music being piped in over the PA speaker.

I look at the button pannel, green lights illuminating each number. The floor indicator says that the elevator is on the first floor, and it looks like it only go's down. I press the button and I feel the elevator jump to life and start to move.

Standing there I try to remember how exactly I got here. The last thing I can recall is walking to the store and crossing the street and then I wake up here. I can't seem to shake the feeling that something wrong happened to me. It is a horrible feeling giving me a squeemish feeling in the pit of my stomache. My head starts to feel light and my body feels warm. Nervously I start to pace in the confined space wishing and hoping that the damn elevator stops.

Sitting in the corner I lean my back against the cool wall and close my eyes. I try to slow my breathing and calm my self down, but it really doesn't work and my heart feels like it is going to beat right out of my chest. I raise my shaking hands to my face and begin to cry, begging and pleading to what ever god is out there to let me know just what I am doing in here.

It seems like I have been in here for hours and that feeling of dread still hasn't left me. The only change is that I now feel tired, so I curl up into a ball and drift off to sleep. As I sleep I dream and in the dreem I am back at the cross walk. I see the green light telling me that it is safe to cross so I begin to walk. Then I hear it, the screeching tires and the shrill scream of a woman. I can feel the impact, the unforgiving metal slamming into me crushing my body. The last tings I feel are the taste of blood and vomit in the back of my throught and the pain throughout my whole body then my vision go's black.

I wake from my sleep screaming, sweat covering my body. The feeling of dread has left me and is replaced with a cool understanding. I died on that street, that's why I am here, that's why I was afraid. I knew it all along but I was to afraid to admit it to myself, I didn't want to believe that this elevator was all there was.

I feel a change in my surroundings, the elevator, it is starting to slow down. Slowly I get to my feet and fix my clothes. Looking at the button pannel I see that the floor has finally changed. It now says B1 and I can feel the elevator stop. There is a mechanical bing and the doors slide open without any effort. Looking out the door way all I can see is a dimly lit grimy cement hall. Summoning all the courage that I have in my soul, I leave the elevator and step into the unknown.

Soooo I hope you liked this, if I have any more ideas I will write them. Now it is my song of the night, and tomnight it is Rock and Roll by Motorhead I hope you enjoy it.

So till next time, have funn all

Jeremy


 
 

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PoseidonPoseidonPoseidonPoseidon [Member]
11/18/07 @ 23:35

yes I liked it, great piece of writing, suspenseful, every sentence of it, waiting for the next sentence, next moment. more pls !!!!! :)

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