Claus-ed

I was inches away from pressing the 'down' elevator button outside my apartment when the red L.E.Ds forming the number 13 went out, followed by a dying mechanical buzz.

my insanely short-term memory saved me. Did me good for ONCE.

Seconds before, I had gone back to my door to make sure that I'd actually locked it. If I hadn't I'd have been trapped in the elevator. They'd have found me 10 minutes later slumping on the floor. dead . foaming . with bloody bits and pieces of my nails all over the elevator's wall, obviously trying in futile to claw my way out of the stainless steel coffin.

shudders.