My heart rate picks up as the elevator begins its ascent. I can feel my pulse begin to pound in my neck.
It smells like piss in here. And apparently Joey has a big dick, or so the wall tells me. Joey probably wrote that himself.
I'm parked on the top floor of the God forsaken parking deck. I dig my keys out of my bag and palm my pepper spray keychain as I continue my slow climb up to the seventh floor. If I could have parked on any other floor this would have been fine; I would have had no need for this fear. But the seventh floor is open – no roof – so the elevator opens to a tiny dark room right out of a horror movie. Every time I have to park up here, I wait for Jason to be standing there when the doors creak open.
On second thought, maybe I should dig out my umbrella too. Sixth floor gone, I grip my pink polka dotted umbrella in my right hand testing its weight. It wouldn't inflict too much damage, but it would startle. Maybe give me enough time to get away should I need to. The elevator begins to slow. I soften my knees and drop into a slight crouch; my umbrella wielded in my right hand like a baseball bat, my pepper spray at the ready in my left – finger on the trigger.
The elevator shutters to a stop – the light no longer streaming in through the gap between the door and the wall. The doors begin to creak open, so I take one last deep breath and try to calm my pounding heart. The doors open to reveal a big dark man clad in a suit looking extra delicious glancing at his watch. He looks up and his eyes widen a fraction while he takes in the sight of me in my fighting stance wielding an umbrella as a deadly weapon. I drop my arms as he throws back his head and laughs.