A goosebump horror story
I never liked the school lift. It was old, creaky and smelled like mold. But it was the only way to get to the sixth floor, where my art class was. So every Monday and Wednesday, I had to endure the claustrophobic ride with a bunch of other students who seemed to enjoy pushing and shoving each other. One day, I was running late for class and the lift was already full when I got there. I squeezed in, hoping no one would notice me. The doors closed and the lift started to ascend. I felt a surge of relief as I saw the numbers change on the display. But then, something went wrong. The lift jerked and stopped abruptly between the fourth and fifth floors. The lights flickered and went out. A loud alarm sounded, followed by a voice over the intercom. "Attention, please. There has been a power outage in the building. Please remain calm and do not panic. We are working to restore the electricity as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation." The voice was calm and reassuring,