[Scary] Elevator Story

5/28/2017

It was around 9:30pm when I got to my apartment. I live on the 6th floor and the only way to get up there is by elevators. As usual, I walked up to push the button. Before I even presses the button, the elevator door opened. What a perfect timing!

Well, there was a tall guy standing inside the elevator, and not stepping out. And I was like... "Are you going up?" And he replied, "yes." And my body naturally walked into the elevator. And I was thinking why the heck did I ask that question. Why the heck am I in here. It was too late. I was already in the elevator.

I smelled alcohol. He didn't even have the button pushed... If you don't have an access key, then you can't go up the apartment. I scanned my card and asked where he was going. He pressed 4 and I needed to go to the 6th floor. I'm regretting that I'm in the elevator with this guy. 'What if he was waiting for someone... what if he is a murderer, what if he stabs me with a knife, what if he rapes me...'
As the elevator was slowly moving up, I was praying, "God, please help me."

I felt so powerless. If he tried to kill me or rape me, there's nothing I could have done in the elevator. The fact that I was wearing a skirt with heels worried me.

He was drunk. He mumbled and smiled at me before he walked out. Thank God nothing happened. But why does the world make me feel this way?

I'm not trying to make people worry about me. I just wanted to tell people that I'm aware of what could have happened to me that night or any days & nights. I hear news about murder and rape all the time and it's so real to me. It's sad that this is the world we live in but I'm doing what I can to avoid these situations. Next time, I'll be waiting for another elevator.

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