The Elevator

Short story by: William Sleator


This story is about Martin and his father move in to an apartment on the 17th floor, martin thinks the elevator is really scary. Every time he is using the elevator the creepy fat lady who will stare at him is always there “waiting “for him. After he talked to his dad about him he went back to the elevator and martin freaked because the lady was there and while he back away she smiled and then he fractured his leg while he was backing up. A week later, his dad stopped at a floor to stop by someone’s house Martin wanted to go with him but we was to slow because of his fractured leg, so then he wanted to go to 9th floor but the elevator when to 10 and the lady was waiting for him he tried escape but then it shut closed the fat lady said “Hello martin” and started laughing. Then we never heard of him again