Elevator or Hellevator? Maybe Take the Stairs
Hellevators are like bug zappers, you never notice them until something gets fried.
Usually the byproduct of old engineering and stingy property management, a mean elevator has entered everyone’s lives at some point. The truly unfortunate have to work or live with one. There’s no escaping the feeling of mistrust every time you enter it, the anxiety that builds when it jerks randomly as you suddenly realize you need to pee. We’ve heard about people being forced to turn their stuck elevator into a shared bathroom space while waiting for help and don’t envy them in the least.
Maybe economic hardships are exposing the cheapness of certain property managers at old apartments and offices throughout our neighborhood, but the pervasiveness of shady elevators has struck us several times recently.
We work in a building apparently haunted by phantoms that send the elevators between the second and fifth floors at random, as people stand baffled in the lobby waiting for no one to eventually get off. We used to live where there were two elevators that never simultaneously functioned once in four years. If A was running B was broke, and occasionally one would simply devour passengers for hours at a time before the fire department could save the day.
On weekends when the Seattle Mystery Tour Van pulled in front, we wondered if the guide was regaling horrified tourists with stories of our man-eating elevator. After all, what’s scarier: glimpsing a ghost for half a second or being stuck in a tiny elevator with your creepy neighbor for a couple hours? We’d take the ghost any day.
Know a hellevator others need to look out for? Let us know.
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