When I was a child, I developed a fear of elevators. It was a perfectly rational fear. You would be scared of the elevators built during the Soviet Union, too. They're not like those fancy lifts with mirrors where you take selfies of your outfit. No, the elevator in our building looked like a coffin, smelled of urine, and the sounds it made were out of a horror movie. You never knew if you were going to make it out alive. I got stuck inside a few times — it was awful — until I decided I would rather climb eight flights of stairs than go through that hell ride again.
#12: Elevator story
#12: Elevator story
#12: Elevator story
When I was a child, I developed a fear of elevators. It was a perfectly rational fear. You would be scared of the elevators built during the Soviet Union, too. They're not like those fancy lifts with mirrors where you take selfies of your outfit. No, the elevator in our building looked like a coffin, smelled of urine, and the sounds it made were out of a horror movie. You never knew if you were going to make it out alive. I got stuck inside a few times — it was awful — until I decided I would rather climb eight flights of stairs than go through that hell ride again.