4/7/2004 07:11:02 PM|||Amy|||Yesterday, I experienced something I had never experienced before and hope to never experience again. It was horrific in its way.

Today, I experienced something different that I have also never experienced before. Something that was also horrific.

For fifteen minutes I was trapped on a motionless elevator. My friend, Michelle, and I had walked over to a building about half a mile away to deliver some papers. As we were leaving the tenth floor, we got on the first elevator that opened its doors. This was the Stephen King elevator. At first, everything seemed to be okay. Michelle and I were talking about the horrible thing that happened Tuesday, and we descended as usual. But, then, when we reached the fourth floor, we stopped. We were there for maybe a minute when we realized that the doors weren't opening to let another passenger on, and that in fact we were suspended motionless. So, we started pressing buttons and nothing happened. The elevator didn't even gurgle. Finally, Michelle hit the call button and we talked to a receptionist at the building's front desk who called Security.

When they came, we were discussing our chances of survival and if we should play those patty-cake, hand clapping games to pass the time.

After several minutes and one of those included a complete loss of power with subsequent total darkness in the elevator, we were safely restored to the first floor of the building. Since this building has a chapel but lacks a bar, we got a Coke, stopped at the receptionist's desk to say hey and then walked off all that accumulated nervous energy. |||108138324293513882|||First they put you in a little room, and then they shut the door