[ WP ] There are 6 people on an elevator . It suddenly shuts down and a voice from the speaker said : The elevator will only function if there is only one left alive .

Doors shut, music starts. The tune is jittery, it's an old building in a bad part of town. Five others stand around me, the smell of sweat and piss diffusing in the heat of a enclosed environment. 
 
 The elevator shakes for a few seconds and I hear whispering. Mother talking to son, wife talking to husband. I move to the door as the elevator stops. The doors do n't open. A voice. Different. Everyone heard it. Everyone is shaking, murmuring, screaming, pushing. But none of them would kill. 
 
 I pull out my knife. Bad part of town. Stab, flip, sidestab, flip, backstab, repeat. No more chaos now, one consistent scream from five mouths. Knife wounds are a bitch. I stab them some more. All quiet. 
 
 The elevator moves down. I clean the knife, put it in the son's hand. Freaked out, had a nervous breakdown, shit happens. Out the door, on my way home. I remember that I forgot my diagnosis. No matter, I'll come back next week. You'd think a psychiatrist would be in a nicer neighborhood.
