Scary stories and mystical stories. scary elevator story

Peter Vasilyevich pressed the button. The elevator jerked, chugged, and slowly floated down. Pyotr Vasilyevich took an awkward step back and, cursing, stumbled over something. Something rumbled, rolled along the unswept floor of the entrance, turned around - it turned out to be a bucket lined with newspaper. Strange, thought Pyotr Vasilyevich. Someone went to take out the garbage - why did he leave the bucket here? The cabin was approaching - Pyotr Vasilyevich saw how a dark rectangle descended, and under it a flexible cable, similar to a shower hose, hung down. Pyotr Vasilievich thought about the soul with longing - hot water it was already the second week, and instead of basking under the warm streams, he was forced to bashfully dip a washcloth into a yellow two-liter saucepan warmed on the tile.
The elevator arrived, its doors creaking open. Pyotr Vasilievich entered, pressed the button for the desired floor, and the construction started off with the same champing sound. However, the movement did not last long: somewhere at the level of the third and a half floors, the cabin jerked last time, as in a convulsion, and froze. The hose, springing up, swayed and fell silent. Pyotr Vasilyevich could not believe his ears. And I didn’t believe my bad thoughts at first either, but I had to: a rectangular box hung firmly between the floors.
Having started to panic, Pyotr Vasilyevich quickly forced himself to calm down. Nothing bad can happen to him: in a string bag - fresh newspaper, a loaf, a liter of kefir and a pound of carrots, even if you have to sit here for several hours, he will not die of hunger, he will get tired - he will sit on the floor, and relieve himself ... also, in general, not a problem ... But this is in the worst case. Pyotr Vasilyevich listened - it was quiet in the entrance. Somewhere in the empty apartment a telephone was ringing, no other sounds could be heard. Help was nowhere to be found. Pyotr Vasilyevich began to carefully examine the cramped room. He looked at the walls with some brown streaks, raised his head and stared at the grayish plastic ceiling, dotted with small round holes. In some movie he saw... Oh yes, The Silence of the Lambs! There, the hero, running away from the police, hid on such an elevator roof ... Or did he hide the corpse there? Precisely, when the elevator opened, more drops of blood began to drip from above ... Pyotr Vasilyevich shivered. Why did he just remember? .. For a moment it even seemed to him that red drops came out of the round holes. He twisted his head. It seemed... Rising on tiptoe and wrinkling his nose in disgust, Pyotr Vasilyevich reached up to the ceiling and tried to lift the plastic with his palms - it didn't work out. You can try to wring out the doors, he thought. In the subway, if someone did not have time to jump into the car, wring out the doors and enter, he saw how many times ... Pyotr Vasilyevich began to stick his fingers into a narrow slot, somehow slipped through, strained with all his might and tried to part the doors, edged with dense rubber. It wasn’t there: the wet fingers slipped, the nails scratched disgustingly - light marks remained on the black rubber, and the doors did not part even a centimeter. We need something stronger, decided Pyotr Vasilyevich. But he didn't have anything better. However... Patting his sides, he pulled a hardcover pension certificate from the inside pocket of his jacket and shoved the book between the doors. He turned with an effort - the doors reluctantly parted and at the same second closed again, a small book flopped onto the dirty floor.
Pyotr Vasilyevich felt homesick. He took out an unwashed carrot and wanted to take a bite, like ... Well, of course! What an idiot he is! After all, there is a button to call the dispatcher! Why didn't he think of this before?! Pyotr Vasilyevich found the right button on the shield with his eyes - here it is, the lowest one. He hesitated for a couple of seconds and pointed his finger at the word "Challenge". And the button immediately responded - in a lazy female voice: "I'm listening to you ..." Not believing his luck, Pyotr Vasilyevich told the button his story - "Wait, the master will be here in twenty minutes," the button answered.
Twenty minutes is not a time limit if salvation is near. Pyotr Vasilyevich suddenly felt how tired he was. He pulled a newspaper out of his bag, spread it on the floor, and sat down carefully. Cheerfully crunched carrots. I thought - well, now you can relax. But instead, for some reason, pictures of his past life rushed through Pyotr Vasilyevich's head. He was not going to remember anything like that, but he had to, like watching a movie: childhood, long-dead mother, college, work ...
Pyotr Vasilievich did not know how much time had passed - maybe twenty minutes, or maybe less - and woke up when the elevator moved. I drove half a floor and stopped again, but this time I stopped correctly, on the site where the apartments were. However, the doors did not open. Pyotr Vasilyevich became worried again, but then steps were heard, and a male voice said: “Don’t worry, now I’m his ...” Some fuss was heard, and the doors went to the sides. A sigh of relief escaped from Pyotr Vasilyevich's chest. He was impatient to break out of the hateful space - only now he realized how cramped he had been all this time. But the master - he turned out to be a short, slightly overweight man in blue overalls and a baseball cap - mumbled something incomprehensible: “Don’t go out yet, I need to check the contact here ...” He stepped forward, found himself in the cab, next to Pyotr Vasilyevich, and smiled - his white teeth flashed, and Pyotr Vasilyevich, close, close to his face, saw his sharp fangs ...
The neighbors were at work, and no one used the elevator until late in the evening. At five o'clock, a tenant of apartment number twenty entered the entrance. I poked the button, waited a bit - nothing. “The elevator is stuck again, loafers! the resident was outraged. “And someone sowed the pension, here are the bunglers ... ” He swore quietly and was about to stomp up the stairs, but then something champed and moved upstairs. "That's the glory of God," thought the tenant.

Having successfully finished school and passed the exams with only fives, and of course, after receiving a certificate, I immediately packed my things and bought a ticket to Moscow. I was going to live in a hostel, but my plans went downhill, because my dad at the airport pleased me by buying me a two-room apartment in the center of Moscow. Well, on the same day, after visiting my sister and father, I settled.

When I approached the house, it was already after midnight, and I somehow found the right entrance. Opening the door, I greeted the nice concierge, asked what floor the 54th apartment was on and almost forgot to ask who my neighbors were, to which I received a rude answer that my apartment was on the 11th floor, and you don’t need to go to her with questions. Her behavior upset me, but with whom it doesn’t happen, I’ll get to know my neighbors tomorrow, and today I’ll settle down in an apartment.

I went up to the elevator. There were two of them - cargo and passenger, and the call button - one. Having called my elevator, I looked at the floor board - both "transports" descended from the 9th floor. The passenger one stopped at 7, and the freight one was coming towards me. Entering the cabin and pressing the button for the 11th floor, I leaned against the wall, took out my phone and was already typing a message to my father that I was almost at home. When I passed the 8th floor, the cab shuddered sharply and stopped, the light turned off. "Hey, come on. I'm stuck" - appeared in my head.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, turned on the flashlight, and started looking for the call button for the dispatcher. As soon as I took the first step, a sharp scream was heard in the elevator shaft. I froze. I listened, but already silence, okay, maybe it seemed to me? With slow steps, I approached and reached for the button, but it did not press, "What is it?!" - I wanted to say. But I was interrupted by an incomprehensible whisper. The first thought was that the passenger elevator was also stuck with someone, but the whispers came from the other side, from the side of the mine. Or maybe someone is joking? I thought. And he shouted: "Stop, this is not funny! Let me out," but in response he received only an incomprehensible muttering.

I hit the wall, thinking it would scare them, but got nothing in return.
A second later, there was a knock on the wall. All the same voice rang out, maliciously: "Well, why don't you open it to me, well, open it, let me in!" I could not understand what kind of voice this was and what he wanted from me. Literally a minute later, something began to hammer at the side of the elevator with all the dope, as if someone wants to make a hole in it. I jumped back to the other side and sat down, a shiver running through my body. Shining flashlights into the void, I didn’t see anything, it was as if there was fog in the elevator, a couple of centimeters and that’s all - the abyss. The screams got louder and louder, my ears were ringing, it seemed to me that this creature was about to enter the elevator. Fear enveloped me so that I could not breathe, with the last of my strength, I screamed with all my might.

The elevator doors opened, an incomprehensible man in family suits, a bathrobe and house slippers looked at me: “What are you yelling at, did you see what time it is? helped me up and made sure I was okay. I thanked him and went up the stairs to my floor.

I didn't sleep all night, I was scared, just scared. What if they didn't open it for me? What if "It" got to me? I pounded myself with strange questions, but in the morning I passed out. After sleeping all day, only at seven o'clock in the evening, I deigned to go to the store and saw that the elevator in which I rode yesterday was being repaired. Another concierge was already sitting downstairs, and I asked why the elevator was closed. Maria Vasilyevna, that was the name of the concierge, replied that something had been banging in the elevator cabin all night, and on the trail. The next day, they found a dent there, but not from the side where people are, but from the side of the mine, so they closed it.

You know, I'm not afraid of elevators and I constantly ride them, but only in my house do I walk up to the 11th floor. Not much else can happen...

I got home from work around 11pm. I went into the entrance, greeted the gloomy concierge and went up to the elevator. We have two of them - cargo and passenger, and the call button is one.

Having called my "crew", I looked at the floor board - both "transports" descended from the 18th floor. The passenger one stopped on the 5th, and the freight one was coming towards me. Entering the cabin and pressing the button for the 22nd floor, I leaned against the wall and looked at the internal scoreboard. When I passed the 4th floor, the cabin shuddered sharply and stopped. The light went out. It flashed through my head: “Your leg is stuck!”.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket, turned on the backlight, got scared of my reflection in the mirror and went to look for the button to call the dispatcher. At that moment, a sob was heard behind the wall. I froze, my ears were ringing. Listened - silence. Again he reached for the call button and heard a whisper behind the wall, where the passenger elevator should be located: “No, please! I'm suffocating."

Women's whisper. The first thought is that the passenger one is also stuck with someone suffering from claustrophobia inside. I called out "Hey, are you stuck too?" In response, there was only a muttering: "don't, don't, don't."

I banged on the wall and yelled something like, "Calm down, the lifters will come and pull us out." He also advised me to take a deep breath. I remembered that the dispatcher never called. I pressed the button, and there beeps, as if busy. Made a couple more attempts. He cursed aloud at faulty equipment.

At that moment, there was a knock on the wall. I wanted to ask: "Who's there?" But a woman's voice was heard. Eerily malicious: “Well, why don’t you open it?”. I was even stunned, I could not understand what kind of sarcasm this was, and I could only answer: “Well, wait a bit!”.

They began to simply hammer into the wall, already the cabin was trembling. Or me. I jumped to the opposite wall. Together with loud blows, simply heart-rending cries began to be heard, from which one wanted to cover one's ears and close one's eyes: “Let it out, let it out!”. I got scared. I didn't understand what was happening. The only explanation is that someone's tower was torn off. The screams were wild, like a mentally ill person yelling and banging his head. I began to yell in response to calm down, convulsively pressed absolutely all the elevator buttons. At that moment, the elevator doors opened and everything was quiet. A dumbfounded neighbor in family shoes and slippers looked at me.

What are you yelling at?

I couldn't say a word, just tried to catch my breath. He ran out of the elevator on trembling legs and pressed the call button. Immediately, a moment later, the passenger door opened. Empty.

Stuck? I remember the neighbor asked. - He often gets stuck on our floor.

You know, I'm afraid of elevators now. I am now going up to my 22nd floor on foot.

According to tradition, you need to learn the history of the elevator, about deaths and ghosts, but no, I don’t want to know anything.

Our house is old, and once the staircase was closed for repairs, as it was cracked and crumbling.

What to do, I had to take the elevator. Actually, I was a little scared, but I had to act quickly, I still had to do my homework.

I went to the elevator and pressed the call button. The elevator arrived soon. I went inside and sent him to the seventeenth floor. All was good. I've already gone up to the tenth, eleventh, twelfth... The elevator is stuck between the fourteenth and fifteenth floors. A curse. The light in the cockpit began to flicker, which led to bad premonitions.

Between behind closed doors elevator jammed a piece of paper. I noticed it just now. The leaf fell to the bottom of the cabin. I picked it up and made sure it had something written on it.
I read: "Do you want to play with life?". I wanted to cry.
- No! Who is this? I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Instead of screaming, a muffled wheeze came out of my mouth.
I cried:
- Let me go!

Suddenly the elevator began to move, but God knows, it would be better if this were not. The elevator went straight down from the fourteenth floor. The cab picked up speed. But slowed down on the walls of the mine. Friction caused sparks. The sound was as if ten knives were driven with force on a blackboard at once. An abrupt stop, a blow, and I fell back. The elevator doors opened and a faceless man entered. Only five terrible ulcers flaunted in the place where it should have been. He didn't have eyes. A long, dirty purple tongue protruded from the gap instead of a mouth. He brought his head to mine and I could smell the disgusting smell from his mouth. He said in my ear in his rough voice:
- Game continues.
I closed my eyes and saw nothing, and when I opened them I was already in the hospital. The nurse told me that my, even the most distant relatives are not alive. But then she added that my boyfriend was waiting for me at the ward. I asked my sister to call him here. She did just that. My boyfriend, Andrei, entered the room, but something was wrong with him. Eyes and mouth somehow strangely crawled. In his hands he held gladioli. He sat down next to me, put flowers on my chest, and admired my smile. But then he said, very softly, and in the same rough voice that I heard yesterday:
- I was always there. I was waiting for you. And now you are mine.
And he smiled wickedly.

edited news Night Moon - 19-10-2013, 15:46

One boy lived on the sixteenth floor. He went to school one day. He left the apartment, the grandmother closed the door behind him. He goes to the elevator, thinks: "But how nice it would be if there was no school today!" Presses the button, waits for the elevator. The old elevator slowly dragged on, the doors open, the boy slowly enters.

The doors close as usual, but after that there is some unusual clang, and then a rattle. And then the boy felt some very pleasant sensation in his whole body and dizziness. It was a feeling of weightlessness - the elevator fell down with the boy. The boy did not even have time to get scared, as the elevator hit the concrete bottom. The boy was then knocked down. But then again there was a pleasant feeling of weightlessness.

The fact is that the elevator broke through the concrete bottom, broke through a small layer of earth and clay, and now it was flying along a huge underground cave. In general, this huge cave, in which the whole could fit small town, was deep underground. But it so happened that once under the boy's house there was an entrance to this cave, but then it was filled up. The builders did not notice this and built a house right above the entrance to the cave. The boy with his elevator broke through this entrance. First, he flew along this entrance, and then along the giant cave itself.

The boy was locked in the elevator and did not understand what was happening. At first there was a pleasant and unusual feeling, then a blow, then again this strange sensation. Then another blow - the elevator, together with the boy, fell into the water. Then the elevator lay on its side, water began to flow into it. The boy now fully understood that he had not landed on the first floor, but somewhere else. He felt for the buttons in the darkness, began to press them feverishly, but the buttons did not work. The boy tried to open the elevator door with his hands - the doors parted to the sides. The boy floated out.

As already mentioned, the cave was so huge that a small city could easily fit in it. The boy began to scream loudly, calling for help. But even the echo could not be heard - the walls and ceiling of the cave were too far away. Not a single ray of light fell here, there was complete darkness around, the blackest darkness or the darkest blackness in the world.

The boy knew how to swim well. And now all that was left for him was to swim through the cold underground water. The boy swam for a very long time. The feeling of fear added to his strength, but he was still tired. The boy realized that he could swim for another five or ten minutes, but then he would have to drown. However, he was lucky - he hit his knee on a sharp stone. Soon he crawled out onto a small underground island. The boy did not yet know that this was an island. Now he just needed to calm down and rest, to think about the current situation.

It was only then that the boy finally realized that he was somewhere deep underground. He heard that there are caves, there are underground rivers and lakes. He also heard that underground rivers flow out in the form of springs. The boy had a faint hope - to get to the surface through some kind of spring. He even dreamed up a little - here a man with his daughter is walking through the forest, he sees a stream, then he sees a spring, he says to the girl: "But this is a spring, this is underground water breaks out". And then bam and a boy crawls out of this spring. Then dad says to his daughter: "And this is an underground boy breaks out" ...

When the boy calmed down a little and warmed up, the thought came to his mind that the residents of the house would soon notice that the elevator had broken down. Then the masters will be called, they will see the hole, then the rescuers will be called. Rescuers will go down on the ropes, they will shine with lanterns and call for help. The boy will respond, so they will save him.

But it didn't really happen that way. The masters saw a hole at the bottom of the shaft, they realized that the elevator had fallen there. They shouted into the hole: "Hey, is there anyone there ?!" Nobody responded. Then this hole was covered with a sheet of plywood so that it was not visible, they brought and installed a new elevator cabin. The residents of the house were not told anything at all. And the boy's parents did not know that the elevator had fallen into the ground. So, of course, they would have guessed that their son could have failed along with the elevator. Therefore, the boy was looked for in completely different places.

And the boy was sitting underground on a stone island and did not know what to do with him. And every day he wanted to eat more and more. There was plenty of water all around, and it was very tasty. But there was no food at all. Two sandwiches that the grandmother put in her grandson's backpack were eaten on the first day...

Even in the backpack there was an old lighter, almost without gas. With her help, the boy was able to make a fire. Notebooks and textbooks acted as fuel. But the fire soon went out. In the firelight, the boy could only see the stones of his island and the water next to it. There were no walls around. And to see one solid blackness around was the hardest thing.

As you know, a person can live without food for a month or even two. And this boy lived for a whole month. And then a miracle happened. He lies as usual on the stones and dozes. Suddenly he hears - someone is swimming. The boy was used to the fact that around him there was only solid blackness and there were absolutely no sounds, even the wind was not here underground. And then - someone swims in his direction! The boy at first wanted to scream, but then he thought that it could be some kind of dangerous animal. So we had to lay low and wait. The boy froze, holding a healthy stone in his hands. Then someone got out on his island. By whining, the boy realized that this was also some kind of child, a boy or a girl. At first he wanted to say hello, but then he thought that he had nothing to talk about with this child. I took it and hit him several times with a stone. So he got delicious meat. For three days he ate this child, without knowing who it was at all, a boy or a girl. The "guest" also had a backpack with him, but the boy's lighter was no longer working, it was not possible to set fire to textbooks and notebooks.

And three days later, when the boy gnawed at the last bones, he was saved. Somewhere in the distance he saw a light, and then he heard screams. The boy put all the bones of his "guest" in his backpack, put that very big stone there for weight and drowned the backpack in the water. Then he washed his island well so that there were no traces of blood left. After that, he began to shout back. Soon a large rubber boat with rescuers swam up ...

It turned out that a month later the same elevator broke down again and fell down. The new elevator car pierced the thin plywood and fell through the same hole. The second boy went to school in the same way, fell into the water in the same way, swam in the same direction. Only this time, the residents of the house learned that the elevator had fallen into the ground. That's why the rescuers were called. Rescuers found a boy, but not quite the same ...

They found his little brother!