Matthew Guillory

The Elevator

I’m getting too old for this, I say as I make my way up the stairs to the thirteenth floor of this hotel. The elevator of this place was closed permanently due to the obscene amount of people who ended up dead inside of it. Every year at this hotel seven people lose their lives in the elevator. The latest victim is my son, Ben. Twenty years prior I was here at this same hotel after my wife, Louise, was found deceased in the elevator.