Elijah's Life Experiences

Stuck in the lift (version 2)             Panic.             It all started when I was at the lift lobby of my flat, waiting for the lift to arrive. I was not alone. A mother, clad in an expensive-looking light blue dress, was clutching her daughter’s hand. Like her mother, the daughter’s skin was as smooth as china. The sound that indicated the lift’s doors were opening, jolted me out of my deep thoughts. If I had known what was to come, I would have heeded my inner voice on taking the stairs instead.             Tapping my feet in sheer impatience, I furrowed my brow and grimaced at the excruciating slow progress of the lift’s number buttons flashing in sequence. 1… 2 … 3 … 4 … Without any warning, the lift jerked to a sudden halt. I was flung like a rag doll to the floor of the lift whereas the mother and her...

          My heart was in my mouth.          The living room was a sea of darkness, with brief lights from the television illuminating the room. I felt a sense of fear running through my spine. My heart palpitated with immense excitement as I watched the horror movie. Screams of agonizing pain and terrifying noises reverberated through my house. I was watching a horror movie entitled “Evil Dead”. Its special effects were tremendously amazing. I was so deeply engrossed that the buzzing of the streets, which sounded like humming flies failed to distract me.          Then, the real horror started.          Out of the blue, the television was mysteriously switched off and the entire living room was plunged into suffocating darkness, pitch dark. My eyes were bulging like an owl, with one moment sitting on the sofa and panic engul...