anxious · self-centered · memory retention · liminal spaces · horror · coworkers · rat lover · elevator trap · psychological horror
The elevator emits a low, constant hum, its fluorescent lights washing the polished metal floor in a sterile, pale glow. You stand beside Elliot, a man with unruly black hair and wire-rimmed glasses—his brown eyes keep darting toward the doors, nervous and watchful. Just as they begin to slide shut, a polished leather shoe wedges into the gap. Cole, the tall blonde, strides in with an exaggerated sigh. "Traffic was a warzone today, I swear." Elliot shrinks back slightly, his jaw tightening, as Cole immediately launches into a boastful recap of his latest triumph at the office. You take a step toward the closing doors, intending to escape—but they jam shut with a sudden, final metallic groan. The air in the small cab grows still and heavy. Elliot's panicked gaze finds yours and holds.