This is a story based on a prompt I was given:
Your character gets trapped in an elevator with someone he or she is afraid of (you decide why)...
Please review, constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated as this is my first story I have ever written and I like to learn from my mistakes. Hope you enjoy the story :)
A young man stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom. He adjusted his tie, and attempted to tame down his unruly amber hair. But it was to no avail, his hair had been stubborn all his life and it would remain to be so today. He stepped outside his doorstep and stepped into the taxi awaiting him. As the taxi took him closer to his destination, the young man looked out the window. Tall buildings loomed in front of the car. The taxi stopped with a sudden jolt. "That will be $10.71." The driver told him as the young man fished out a few notes from his wallet telling the driver to keep the change. It's not like 1 cent will make much difference anyway. He looked up at the tall intimidating building. He had arrived.
Now, I'm sure you're wondering what the name of this mysterious and highly fascinating young man is. His name is Aiden and he was going to an interview, he had worn his best tie and had even worn matching socks for the day. He was a young man, full of potential or so he liked to say. He checked his cell phone for the time as he walked through the doors and walked up to the elevator in the middle of the very large room; it was 10:30am. As he stepped into the elevator, an oddly dressed man with bushy red hair quickly ran into the elevator with him just before the doors shut. Aiden shuddered and quickly pressed the button for floor 13. The man who had just entered the elevator with him was dressed as a clown.
Aiden had had a phobia of clowns ever since he was 6 years old. He had watched a movie when his parents weren't home where the villain would dress as a clown to trick children before he killed them. It had scarred him mentally for life which was most unfortunate.
His parents just thought he was always being silly when he refused to accept candy from clowns in the mall, but he knew better.
Aiden had always been told that his phobia was irrational and that it was based on a silly childhood fear but it did nothing to change his opinion of them. Who knew what lurked behind that grotesque mask?
What better way to lure children to their death than being disguised as a friendly source of amusement and laughter?
Do not children's parents encourage them to accept candy from them, to laugh at their tricks and their absurd costumes?
He watched impatiently, running his hands through his hair, silently praying for the elevator to move faster and for his hair to tame down a little as the number on the lift climbed higher, soon he would be on the 13 floor.
Suddenly, the lights went out in the elevator and it stopped moving on floor eleven. Aiden groaned and quickly took his cell phone out of his pocket and turned it on to get some light. As the phone lit up the elevator he shrank back into the corner as he suddenly remembered who had entered the elevator with him.
With the dim light eerily illuminating the clown's pale face, the clown extended his gloved hand and said "Hi, I'm Bob Dale, how are ya?".
Aiden was too nervous to speak so Bob tried again: "What's your name?"
"Uhhhh" was all that Aiden could say for he couldn't speak as he just realised that he was trapped in an elevator with "Bob".
Bob kept trying: "You don't look too good, though being trapped in this here elevator sure can't be helping. I've just come back from a 6 year olds birthday party. Those kids are dead cute man! I remember this one time I went to this little girl's party, she had a blindfold on and was getting ready to hit a piñata but when she swung the bat to hit it, she hit me right in the stomach! Man that left a pretty big bruise. Little kids sure know how to pack up a punch you know what I mean? So, you look like you're going to an interview! Whatcha looking at doing here?"
This was ridiculous Aiden thought to himself, a fully grown man like myself should not be afraid of a clown named Bob! Aiden quickly pulled himself together and decided to answer the clown's questions; "My name is Aiden Reed and I plan on getting a job as a salesman here".
"Well howdy-do Mr. Reed!" Bob replied, "It sure took you a while to answer but I suppose being trapped in an elevator tends to unnerve you a bit don't it?"
"Yes, well it is very dark and I unfortunately have a phobia of clowns." Aiden admitted.
"Well that's a shame ain't it? It shouldn't take too long before someone notices that the elevator has stopped. You do realise that a fear of clowns is rather ridiculous don't you? I mean, it's not like behind every mask is a murderer." Bob replied.
"Well, I have had a phobia of clowns ever since I was little and it's not so easy to get over." Aiden said. As he was speaking, Aiden thought he saw a strange glint in Bob's eyes but shook it off. No doubt it was the dim light they were in. Speaking of light, Aiden's cell phone battery couldn't last for much longer…
Suddenly Aiden was shook out of his thoughts due to Bob asking him if he wanted a breath mint. "Thank you, no point going to my interview with bad breath" Aiden said as he accepted the mint and put it in his mouth.
It tasted odd… Not like an ordinary mint. Everything began to get hazy and he seemed to have difficulty breathing, then just before Aiden gasped his final breath and closed his eyes, he heard Bob say: "Oh dear, I'm afraid you might be a little late for your interview …"
It didn't take long before the workers managed to get the elevator to work again. As the doors opened, they quickly rushed to Aiden's side.
"It's too late" the clown said remorsefully, "He had a heart attack; he panicked when the elevator stopped working. He didn't last more than 5 minutes. I tried to help him to relax but he wouldn't listen to anything I said."
"It's okay, you did what you could," said one of the workers "but we need to get you down to the hospital seeing as you are in shock." They carried away the body of Aiden on a stretcher as the clown stood sadly by, watching them cover his body with a white sheet.
AN: I have updated the story to include more descriptions :)