“Ground floor, going up.” A pleasant voice, a woman’s.
“It really is a nice building,” he said. “Please, after you.” He gestured.
I stepped into the elevator and turned around. There was a mechanical clank and I watched the door slide shut with him behind, smiling back at me; he hadn’t followed.
“Hey!” I yelled, and went for the open door button.
Every hair on my body stood on end. Panic shot up my back in a cold electric chill.
There were no buttons. Inside the elevator there was only smooth steel.
“HEY!” I yelled again. “What…”
There was a loud thunk. Slowly, the elevator began to descend.