Jim and Melody's morning commute to work is brought to a halt as the elevator they're riding stalls between floors. The cramped environment causes tensions to rise. It's only a matter of time before something snaps.
Indy McDaniel does the weird stuff. From the Globally Acknowledged squishy horror of Black Melt to the bone-crunchingly fierce action of the Nadya’s Nights series, there’s no shortage of bizarre nonsense he won’t do. He’s got body horror, he’s got werewolves with tentacles, he’s got killer space fungus, and he’s got some books about those things, too. Commonly described as ‘that weird guy over there’, he’s all too eager to share his assortment of dark silliness with whoever’s interested.
I could not stand the woman in this story, but in a good way. It really shows how far getting away from a phobia can push you. It also makes me question a few things as to why what happened did.
This story leaves a lot to the imagination as far as interpreting what happened and why.