Every so often the lift in my building goes defunct and for days on end, we have to troop up and down three ffloors of stairs. Most of the time, it's just that the thing refuses to heed our call, being stuck in the shaft, i suppose.
But this is worse. The lift in moving in perfect condition with a contented hum. there's just one problem.
The lights have gone off.
The firt time those doors slid open to reveal the lightless, creepy chamber, I just went "O-kaaaaaay............." This did not bode well for me. I do not really have a Fear of the Dark, but i'm not too fond of it. And I do have a VERY fertile imagination indeed.
The doors close in upon me, only a miniscule slit of light remains...I'm in a void, a little black pod travelling slowly downwards, who knows to where.....my heart clenches, my muscles tense...
Maybe i'll fall into a blazing inferno...Maybe the shadows will suck me in and shrivel away my essence and feast on my bones....
Twenty tiny interminable seconds later, a shuddering stop.
The little light-slit widens.
I fly out onto the ground floor without a backward glance.