The Elevator Diaries

You decide to leave.  You head back out the door (with one long last look at the DJ of course) and head back to the elevator.  You press the lobby button and the doors close.  Midway down, the elevator lurches and you can hear screeching coming from above the car.  The elevator slams to a stop and you nearly lose your balance.  You regain your composure and see that the lights for every floor are brightly shining on the panel.  You press the lobby button again and the light goes dark.  Suddenly, the elevator lights flicker.

You take a deep breath, praying that they don't go out.

For a moment, it seems that your prayer worked.  The lights stay on.  You press the buttons on the panel.  None of them seem to be working.  You reach for the alert button and press it.

The elevator lights snap off. You quickly feel around the panel to find access to an emergency phone.  You break a nail trying to pry the door open in the dark.  Your breathing is quick and shallow as panic sets in.  You realize that you do have your cell phone and luckily have a flashlight app.  Now you just wish it came with a Swiss army knife too.  Flashlight on, you are able to find and unhook the latch for the emergency phone.  You call and reach an operator.  They are going to dispatch someone to save you.  It might be a couple of hours, but you know help is on the way.  But how long will you be stuck?

You sit down and try to use your phone.  The low battery notice flashes before your phone shuts down.  How could you have forgotten to charge it before you left?  It is going to be a long night.

Eventually help comes and they pry the doors open to save you.  You have to squeeze out, between floors and angle yourself up to the grasping hands of the firemen.  You head home and cry yourself to a fitful sleep full of nightmares about being stuck in the elevator.

You should have stayed at the Loft.

The End.

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