The Lift

The Lift

By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 100

The lift looked like that found in any other modern high-rise, with low lighting and mirror panelled walls. Red numbers flickered and changed with each level passed on the way to the passenger’s final destination. Not that anyone ever reached the destination they expected. Once you hoped in and pressed any of the shiny, silver buttons, you were on your way to your worst nightmare.

The lift was haunted. Each passenger experienced a vivid and devilish nightmare pulled from the passenger’s subconscious. The spirit let the janitor live, only if he disposed of the corpses after each ride.