2 Sentence Horror - The Drop

The Drop

We shook to a halt, but the doors never opened on the 8th floor, and I heard the tense snap of what I imagined was braided cable followed by a series of hollow, metallic clangs as it whipped past the elevator car on its way down, like a lit fuse dancing as it receded into nothingness. There was a brief moment in time in which my insides felt the drop before it even happened, probably because I was resisting it so hard; the sharp tickle, the cessation of rising just before a plummet - and I thought to myself: ‘No, not like this.’