The Elevator
The guest wondered the halls in a hopeless attempt that they could find their way out. What made it even worst was that each corridor looked the same, and the only way they could figure out that they had walked down the same one was if they saw a door they recognized. They remained silent with their ears peeled open for the sound of quick footsteps on the tiles.
"We've been walking around for hours," muttered Mike, "There's no way out. We can't even find the stairs."
"There has to be stairs," Whispered Grandpa Joe ahead of him, "How else could Wonka move about the factory?"
"Maybe by an Elevator." said Charlie as he stopped.
"What?" Grandpa Joe turned around and saw his grandson standing before a great glass door.
Mr. Teevee sighed with joy, "Great! We're saved!"
Charlie pressed the lone button beside the door which caused the door to open and they all stepped inside. They found themselves surrounded by hundreds of buttons on each of the three walls and a few on the ceiling too.
"The factory can't have this many floors!" moaned Mike.
"It doesn't," said Charlie, "They lead to rooms, look 'Rock candy mines', 'Fizzy Lemonade Swimming pools'."
"Oh dear, too many rooms." Grandpa Joe took a look around him.
"Well, let's just think," started Mr. Teevee, "We all know how to get out the factory through the Chocolate room right. So all we have to do is find the button to the Chocolate room and we'll be free."
"Right, now lets find that button!" Exclaimed Joe and the four started to search for the room.
EXPLODING CANDY
RED CHOCOLATE
BRAIN CANDY
EATABLE CATS
GROWING CANDY
TELEVISION ROOM
Mike did a double check. Indeed, Wonka did have a Television room. With the same unthoughtful reflexes he used when he played with his video games he pressed the button and in a instant the elevator went off, to the right.
"What's going on!" Grandpa Joe yelled as he was hurled to the wall.
"The Elevators going sideways!" screamed Mr. Teevee.
Then the Elevator lunged down in the most unheard of speed. Their feet lifted off the ground and the adult's hit their heads on the ceiling.
"Quick! Stop it! Stop it!" Shouted Charlie.
The Elevator jolted to a stop.
"Did-"
And then it went forwards. As the guest where tossed around in the small glass box and slammed on the walls it was impossible for them not to press any of the buttons. 'Ding' 'Ding' 'TrrrrDing'. But only one button remained green in the sky of red lights, the television room, and the elevator would not stop until it had reached there.
"Is there no-" Mr. Teevee was knocked to the right, "no stop button!"
Charlie, who was near the door, checked the buttons next to it, "I don't see one!"
The Elevator was then surround by blackness and it's speed grew slower until it stopped. The door opened with a pleasant ping. Mike, who was leaning on the door, fell back onto the floor. He got up in the darkness to see the door's reflection move as it closed. Then it speed away with the others in it.
Mike hollered into the empty black shaft with no avail. He stood up and looked around, pure darkness. He had the sense though that the room was rather large, and the felt as if he was standing in an empty void. He slowly took a step to the right and his sneaker squeaked. The sound echoed loudly and he waited for it to die. He took another step and it bumped into a wall. He pressed on it with his hands and moved them along until he came across a large switch. He pulled it down, with some force.
Behind Mike something began to hum and the first circle of lights turned on. With the little light coming from behind he could see that there was a row of switches and started to pull them down two at a time until all seven where down. Two by two the lights turned on and turned the room white, which in fact was a white colored room. Mike turned around and saw the size of the room and found it very odd that the only thing there was platform, a round table and a TV.
He walked over to the small chair before the TV and sat down. He was starting to get amazed by the brightness of the lights as they beamed over him. Why, they were a tad bit too bright. He got up and turned around to find the lights glare right at him and he shut his eyes. When he opened them again he squinted, but the light still poured in and burned his eyes. Mike started to run to the switches across the room, but the light was still too strong and burned right through his lids. He ran fasted and started to fumble his hands along the wall.
"Hello Mike, you like Televasion? You'd like this invention very much."
"Who's there?" Yelled Mike, "Who are you!"
"I'm standing right here, can't you see me?"
Mike turned around at the sound of the voice. "Who are you?"
The voice laughed. Mike forced his eyes open, ripping burning lids up, and was welcomed by the color white. White, burning his eyes, white, rapping around his skull, white, stinging his pupils. And then black.
Mike blinked but could no longer see the lights. He rubbed his eyes and found that he could not see at all.
"Did you ever want to be on TV, Mike?"