Posted on April 2, 2019
They couldn’t quite put their finger on what exactly was different as they hopped on, but something seemed off about the elevator the young couple had ridden up to their 10th floor highrise apartment a zillion times before. Their abstract hunch would quickly give way to concrete tangibility, accompanied by horror. Operating at an uncomfortably unsafe speed, bouncing and bumping its way around, the elevator car was behaving more like a captive ball in a tilted pinball machine than the banal transportation device it was designed to be. The elevator continued to accelerate, failing to stop at the requested floor, before finally smashing into the roof of the building and eventually settling at the 11th and 12th floor penthouse suites. Why the 11th and 12th floor suites were both on the same floor is anybody’s guess, but architects have their quirks and can be a tad eccentric when it comes to their precious designs.
It took a moment for his mind to process that they had arrived at the wrong floor. He managed to catch himself from reflexively stepping out as he noticed all of the brightly colored and exotic furniture which clearly did not belong to him. They both stood there for a moment, quietly concealing their shellshock as they pondered their next move.
“Why don’t we just take the elevator all the way up to the roof?” she suggested. “The car is parked up there, and we can just drive it down. I’ve done it a million times before..”
His mind briefly considered the option. Being deathly acrophobic, he pictured himself out on the roof of the building, exposed and nervously shaking, frozen in place with the dreaded, fear of heights “ball tingle” sensation, knowing that one slip or misstep would send him over the edge and plunging toward the asphalt, with the sun subsequently beaming down on his mangled carcass. Almost simultaneously he visualized the two of them in the car (a tan stationwagon) attempting to carefully maneuver the vehicle down the spiraling, precarious ledges around the building, hoping to safely reach the bottom….
“Yeah, I’m not doing that,” he replied, completely dismissing the whole idea.
They remained in the elevator, seemingly in limbo and with the situation unresolved.
What could it mean? She speculated that perhaps this ordeal represented his hesitancy to take the more difficult path, a tendency to resist choosing the more painful solution even though there was reason to believe it was the correct one, maybe even the only one. He was simply too stubborn to accept it.
This explanation led him to recall an episode of the Twilight Zone, Death Ship, which concerned the fate of a captain of a spacecraft and his crew. In the episode, the men repeatedly land on a planet where they encounter a crashed ship, one which looks exactly like their own. They also discover their lifeless bodies in the wreckage. Struggling to understand what has happened, the two lieutenants experience unexplained “hallucinations” where they are reunited with family members and loved ones who have died. However, each time they are awakened from these dreams by the Captain, who insists they are suffering delusions. After some time, the lieutenants conclude that their ship did in fact crash, and that they are dead. They express their willingness to let go and move on to the afterlife. The headstrong captain refuses to accept this assessment and continues to posit other possible explanations as to how they have ended up in this predicament. Through the captain’s sheer will to live, he keeps all three of the men in a loop, where they continuously land and take off again from the planet, attempting to figure out a way to prevent their fate…
And so the young couple would remain in the malfunctioning elevator, seemingly in limbo and with the situation unresolved for an indeterminate time.