"The Elevator" Creepypasta

it was an old building with an old elevator a very small elevator with a maximum capacity of three people Martin a thin twelve-year-old boy but nervous in it from the first day he and his father moved into the apartment of course it was always uncomfortable in elevators afraid that they would fall but there was something especially unpleasant about this one perhaps it's baleful atmosphere was due to the light from the single fluorescent ceiling strip bleak and dim on the dirty brown walls perhaps the problem was with the door which never stayed open quite long enough and slammed shut with such ominous clanging finality perhaps it was the way the mechanism shuddered in a kind of exhaustion each time it left the floor as though it might never reach the next one maybe it was simply the dimensions of the contraption that bothered him so small that it felt uncomfortably crowded even when there was only one other person in it coming home from school the day after they moved in Martin try the stairs but they were almost as bad windowless shadowy with several dark landings where the light bulbs had burnt out his footsteps echoed behind him like slaps on the cement as though there was another person climbing getting closer by the time he reached the 17th floor which seemed to take forever he was wheezing and gasping his father who worked at home wanted to know why he was so out of breath why didn't you take the elevator he asked browning of Martin when he explained about the stairs not only are you skinny and weak and bad at sports his expressions seemed to say but you were also a coward after that Martin forced himself to take the elevator he would have to get used to it he told himself just the way he got used to being bullied at school and always picked last when they chose teams the elevator was an undeniable fact of life he didn't get used to win he remained tense in the trembling little box his eyes fixed on the numbers over the door that blinked on and off so haltingly as if in any moment they might simply give up sometimes he forced himself to look away from them to the emergency stop button or red alarm button what would happen if he pushed one of them with a bell ring with the elevator stopped between floors and if it did how would they get him out that was what he hated about being alone on the thing the fear of being trapped there for hours by himself it wasn't much better when there were other passengers he felt too close to any other rider too intimate and he was always very conscious of the effort people made not to look at one another staring fixedly and nothing being short in this one situation was an advantage since his eyes were below eye level of adults and after a brief glance they ignored him until the morning the elevator stopped at the 14th floor and the fat lady got on she wore a threadbare green coat their balloons around her her ankles bulged above dirty sneakers as she waddled into the elevator Martin was sure he felt it sink under her weight she was so big that she filled the cubicle a Coke brushed against him and he had to squeeze into the corner to make room for her this certainly wouldn't have been room for another passenger the door slammed quickly behind her and then unlike everyone else she did not stand facing the door she stood with her back to the door weezing staring directly Martin for a moment he met a gaze her features seemed very small squashed together by the loose fleshy molds of her cheeks she had no chin only a great swollen mass of neck barely contained by the collar of a coat a sparse red hair was pinned back by a plastic barrette and a blue eyes though tiny was sharp and penetrating boring into Martin's face abruptly he looked away from her to the numbers over the door she didn't turn around was she still walking at him his eyes slipped back to hers then quickly away she was still watching him he wanted to close his eyes he wanted to turn around and stare at the corner but how could he the elevator creaked down to twelve down to eleven Martin looked at his watch he looked at the numbers again they weren't even down to nine yet and then against his will his eyes slipped back up to her face she was still watching him her nose tilted up there was a large space between a nostrils and her upper lip giving her a piggish look he looked away again clenching his teeth fighting the impulse the squeeze his eyes shut against her she had to be crazy why else would she stare at him this way what was she going to do next she did nothing she only watched him breathing audibly until the elevator reached the first floor at last Martin would have rushed past her to get out there was no room he could only wait and she turned reluctantly it seemed to him and move so slowly out into the lobby and then he ran he didn't care what she thought you ran past her outside into the fresh air and he ran almost all the way to school it never felt such relief in his life he thought about her all day did she live in the building he had never seen her before in the building wasn't very big only four apartments on each floor it seemed like she didn't live there and had only been visiting somebody but if she were only visiting somebody why was she leaving the building at 7:30 in the morning people didn't make visits at that time of day did that mean she did live in the building if so it was likely it was certain at sometime he would be riding with her on the elevator again he was apprehensive as he approached the building after school why should he be afraid of an old lady if he was afraid of her if you let it control him and he was worse than all the names they called him at school he pressed the button he stepped into the empty elevator he stared the lights urging the elevator on it stopped at 3:00 at least it's not 14 he told himself the person she was visiting lives on 14 he watched the door slide open revealing a green coat a biggish face and blue eyes already fixed on him as though she knew he'd be there it wasn't possible it was like a nightmare but there she was massively real going up he said his voice a humiliating squeak she nodded her flesh quivering and stepped on the door slammed shut he watched her pudgy hand move over the buttons she pressed not 14 but 18 the top floor one floor above his own the elevator trembled as it began into scent the fat lady watched him he knew she had gotten on at 14 this morning so why she on three going up to 18 now the only floors he ever went to was seventeen and one what was she doing that she'd been waiting for him was she riding with him on purpose that was crazy maybe she had lots of friends in the building or else she was a cleaning lady who works in different apartments that had to be it he felt her eyes on him as he stared at the numbers slowly blinking on and off slower than usual it seemed to him maybe the elevator was having trouble because of how heavy she was it was supposed to carry three adults but it was old what if he got stuck between floors what if it fell they were on five now it occurred to him to press seven and get off there and walk the rest of the way and he would have done it if he could reach the buttons but there was no room to get pasta without squeezing against ER and he could not bear the thought of any physical contact with her he concentrated on being in his room you'd be home soon only another minute or so he could stand anything for a minute even this crazy lady watching him unless the elevator got stuck between floors then what would he do he tried to push the thought away but it kept coming back he looked at her she was still staring at him no expression at all on a squashed little features when the elevator stopped on his floor she barely moved out of the way he had two inch pasta rubbing against the horrible scratch coat terrify the door would close before he made it through she quickly turned and watched him as the door slammed shut and he thought now she knows I live on 17 did you ever notice a strange fat lady on the elevator he asked his father that evening can't say I have replied not looking away from the television he knew he was probably making a mistake but you had to tell somebody well she was on the elevator with me twice today and the funny thing is she just kept staring at me she never stopped looking at me for even a minute you think you know of anybody who has a weird cleaning lady or anything what are you so worked up about now his father asked impatiently turning away from the television I'm not worked up you just funny the way she kept staring at me you know how people never look at each other in the elevator well she just kept staring at me Martin explains again what am I going to do with you Martin his father asked he sighed and shook his head nicely now you were afraid of some poor old lady I'm not afraid you're afraid said his father with total assurance when are you going to grow up and act like a man are you going to be timid or your life he managed not to cry until he got to his room but his father probably knew he was crying anyway he slept very little at night and in the morning when the elevator door opened the fat lady was waiting for him she was expecting him she knew he lived on seventeen he stood there unable to move then backed away and as he did so her expression changed she smiled as the door slammed he ran for the stairs luckily the unlit flight of stairs which he fell was between 16 and 15 you only had to drag himself up one and a half flights with a terrible pain in his leg his father was silent on the way to the hospital disappointed and annoyed at him being such a coward and a fool it was a simple fracture he didn't need a wheelchair only a cast and crutches but he was condemned to the elevator now was that why the fat lady had smiled had she known that it would happen this way at least his father was with him on the elevator on the way back up from the hospital there was no room for the fat lady to get on and even if she did his father would see her he would realize how could you Lia she was then maybe he would understand and once they got home he could stay in the apartment for a few days the doctor had said he should use his leg as little as possible a week maybe a whole week without going on the elevator riding up with his father leaning on his crutches he looked around the cubicle and felt a kind of triumph he has beaten the elevator and the fat lady but the time being and the end of the week was very far away oh I almost forgot his father reached out his hand and breast 9 what are you doing you're not getting off are you you asked him trying not to sound panicky I promised Terry almond I'd drop in on her his father replied working at his watch as he stepped off let me go with you I want to visit her too my team played it struggling forward on his crutches but the door was already closing me afraid to be in the elevator alone his father said with a look of total scorn grow up Martin the door slammed shut Martin hobbled to the buttons and breast nine but it didn't do any good the elevator stopped at ten where the fat lady was waiting for him she moved in quickly he was too slow too unsteady on his crutches to work his way past her in time the door sealed them in the elevator started up hello Martin she said and laughed pushing the start button [Music]

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Length: 16min 52sec (1012 seconds)

Published: Sat Mar 24 2018