I grabbed the wooden railing on the side. Gears clanked noisily. The floor vibrated beneath my shoes. We stared at each other, realizing what was happening. Neither of us spoke. Ben finally broke the silence. “This is impossible,” he murmured. His words came out in a choked whisper. “Where is it taking us?” I asked softly, gripping the rail so hard that my hands hurt. “It’s impossible!” Ben repeated. “It can’t be happening. Elevators only go up and—” The car jolted hard as we came to a very sudden stop. “Whoooa!” I let out a cry as my shoulder slammed into the elevator wall. “Next time, we’re taking the stairs,” Ben growled. The doors slid open. We peered out. Into total blackness. “Are we in the basement?” Ben asked, sticking his head out the door. “We didn’t go down,” I replied. A shiver ran down the back of my neck. “We didn’t go up or down. So…” “We’re still on the first floor.” Ben finished my sentence for me. “But why is it so dark here?
