I was all alone in the elevator (or "lift" for you people in the U.K.). I'm not sure what I was thinking when I put the rope through the doors. I think I wanted to kind of bookmark the floor that I had come from Everything worked well for a while.
I rode up and down a few floors before I realized that things were wonky and it was because of my rope. It had messed up the mechanisms that run the elevator. Luckily I got the rope all pulled back into the elevator car. Unluckily, it was too late.
Suddenly, the car turned sideways. The doors on the elevator were now my floor and I was going down FAST. As in a barely-controlled fall. I remember saying out loud, "I'm going to die!".
Fortunately, I noticed some ledges on the outer wall. I jumped onto the next one that I came to. Whew! Safe!
People helped me out of the elevator. I didn't want them to know that I had caused the problem. Me and my damn rope. I knew that the repair bill on that elevator would be A LOT! So I just acted as if I was so lucky to have escaped that death trap.
But wait! There was evidence! A video from inside the elevator showed the weapon of elevator destruction: My rope!
The last I knew, it was going to take a year of investigation in order to get to the bottom of this crime.
A year from now, if I disappear from Blogland, will you come visit me in prison?