The Elevator

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
What happens when you see an elevator in the middle of a cemetery. Do you approach it?

Submitted: February 05, 2019

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“Tag, you’re it!” I told Frankie as I ran as fast as I could away from him.

“It’s not fair! I wasn’t ready Carol!” he yelled after me. Ignoring his protests, I ran towards the old Wickside Cemetery. As I got closer, I noticed a red light in the fog coming from the graveyard.

“Tag! You’re it now!” Frankie stated excitingly.

“Do you see that Frankie?” I said, pointing towards the red light.

“Let’s check it out” he responded curiously.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Why Carol? Are you scared? You chicken!” he laughed.

“No, I’m not chicken. I just have a really bad feeling in my gut.” I annoyingly replied.

“It was probably those beans you ate” he said jokingly.

“Ugh fine, let’s go” I replied, rolling my eyes.

My stomach remained in knots and twists as we began walking.

As we entered the cemetery, I noticed the fog getting thicker and the light getting dimmer. From the corner of my eye, I saw a white figure standing will long black hair and my heart stopped.

To my relief, when I looked closely, it was a woman in a white dress visiting her husband’s grave. I clearly read “In Loving memory of Tom Jenkins. U.S Army Veteran. Gave his life to save ours”. Looking away, we both kept walking, side by side, towards the ominous red light. As we grew nearer, we both noticed the fog clearing and saw a big, black rectangular shape appear.

“Can we just forget about this, Frankie? I’m getting spooked out already.” I said.

“No way! What if it’s some type of hiding place for zombies or vampires? Wouldn’t it be cool to meet one in person?” he exclaimed as he ran off in front of me.

“Carol, hurry, come see this!”

As I got closer, I noticed the rectangular figure was actually a weird black elevator with crystal clear doors and a red light on the top. Why would there be an elevator in the middle of a graveyard? It makes no sense at all. In the 14 years of my life, I never once have seen or heard about an elevator in the middle of Wickside Cemetery.

I noticed Frankie touching the button, instantly turning the red light to green. I started hearing the gears moving as the elevator came up to where we were.

“Frankie! What did you do?!” I exclaimed.

“Chill, Carol. Let’s check it out!” he responded back.

“I’m not going in there”

“Fine then! Leave your best friend to go into this creepy elevator. Bye!” he said as he stepped into the elevator. Ignoring my conscience, I responded, “Okay, wait for me” as I followed the idiot into the thing.

Once the door closed, the elevator zoomed downward and I noticed it getting hotter and hotter the further we went down. Suddenly, it made a rough stop, the door slowly opening. I was shocked at what I saw and regretted listening to my friend. We hesitantly stepped out into a long, dark, almost murky hallway. The walls were a blood red color with what looked like bones sticking out. What was this place? What happened here? Were these real bones?

Suddenly, chickens of all types began descending from dark holes in the wall we didn’t noticed before. Frankie screamed like I’ve never heard him scream before; a loud very squeaky, girly scream and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s wrong with you Frankie. Don’t tell me you’re scared of harmless farm chickens” I stated, in between laughs.

“Shut up” he said with teary eyes and a sad expression.

When we looked back, the chickens were gone, as if they were never there.

“What just happened?” Frankie exclaimed, his voice trembling.

“I don’t know. I think our minds are playing tricks on us. I told you we shouldn’t have came.” I replied as I walked closer to the elevator.

I felt my anxiety build up once again, my body warning me of what was to come. My suspicions were correct because a few seconds later, the floor was filling up with dirt and every little creature that lived in it, nonstop. I felt ants, centipedes, worms and all other disgusting insects crawling all over my legs as the graveyard dirt rose up to our knees. My heart was racing incredibly, my hands were trembling

“CAROL! HELP!” I heard Frankie yell. When I looked over he was nowhere in sight.

“Frankie! where are you?!” I shrieked, daunted by the creepy crawlers around me.

I noticed something sticking out from the ground and tried to move as fast as I could towards it. I pulled my best friend out from under the dirt and couldn’t help but hug him tightly.

When we noticed it was not stopping and as we made it to the elevator, the button to call it back down was gone. The heat was getting worse and worse and my heart was about to fly out of my chest.

That’s when it hit me. Frankie is scared of chickens and they appeared. My worst fear is being buried alive and that is what is happening right now.

Out of nowhere, we heard a boy’s voice, around our age, faintly yelling, “Touch the elevator”.

We looked at each other, wondering where it came from before it shouted a bit louder.

“I didn’t know what to do and now my soul is stuck here with a bunch of other kids. You need to get out or you will be trapped”

We did as the invisible voice told us and tried our best to get as close as we can to the elevator.

“Repeat after me. Heavenly Father, I ask You in the name, and through the Blood of Your Divine Son, to rebuke Satan for taking captive that which belongs to You. We ask Jesus to place His Crown of thorns around us so that those with wrong influences will lose interest and depart. Mary Mother of Jesus, place your mantle of love around us. Amen.”

We both closed our eyes and placed our shaking hands on the place where the elevator doors were and began shouting the prayers over and over again. When we opened our eyes, I confusingly looked around and noticed we were back in the cemetery.

The elevator was nowhere in sight and when we looked down at our hands, my heart stopped.

The tombstone in front of us read, “R.I.P Lucifer.”


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