Elevators and a set of creepy stairs. Martin a thin twelve-year-old moved into the creepy hotel, he (Martin) said, “Of course he was always uncomfortable in Elevators, afraid that they would fall, but there was something especially unpleasant about this one.” Maybe the dimensions of the contraption that bothered him, so small that it felt uncomfortably crowded even when there was only one other person in it.
Perhaps the problem was the door, which never stayed open quite long enough, and slammed shut with such ominous, clanging finality. Perhaps it was the way the mechanism