Dani by her own words

It was night in Brasília and the darkness showed that it was probably about two o'clock. I had too much work to do that day, so I just could get near my building by that moment. It was cold - I can remenber it beause unfortunately I did not have a coat with me. So in this sense, I walked on the street as fast as I could to get home earlier and warm myself. When I got inside the elevator, I was with my head down, so I did not see who was there with me.

However, a few seconds later, I realized that I still had not pressed the button to go to the ninth floor, where my apartment is. That was when I raised my head and say that there were two people with me, whom I no even knew the names. However, the worst was because, besides being men, they were checking me out, which made me get really afraid. I was praying for me to come home as fast as I could, but I did not know what was going to happen next.

The moment I touched the button with a nine on, the lights turned off inside the elevator and it was really dark. Also, at the same time, there was a hard silence. I still do not know if I got in panic and stopped hearing every sound or if nobody said any thing. After a little time, which seemed to be eternity for me, I heard a male voice with a strange accent that asked me my name. I answered: "Maria" and asked the same fot both of the men. I heard that their names were Jorge Finneman and Jeff Monson. Then, I started crying.

They stopped talking and the hard silence showed out again. They told me not to be afraid, because the light was probably coming back soon. After it, they introduced themselves and told me that Jorge was a German engineer who was 38 years old and had been living in the USA for a long time and Jeff was an American fighter who was 35. They were friends who decided to spend a vacation in Jeff's cousin's house, which was on the sixth floor. I told them I was a lawyer and was 28 and also that I had been living in that building for only two months.

After some minutes, the lights turned on again and we could get away from the elevator. Nowadays, I am 30 and Jorge and Jeff are still living in Brasilia, but in another building and we are still friends, too. Finally, I am still afraid of elevators, but, at least, this strange episode made me make good friends.