A while ago, I was going to my professor's office hours, located on the 8th floor of Sproul Hall. As apparently is customary in this building, I took the elevator. I have seen perfectly able people take the elevator to the second floor. Take into account that there are two staircases actually closer to both entrances of the building.

On this particular visit, I entered the elevator with one other person. Something was different about it.

I had been to this professor's office hours before, so I knew the elevator walls were not supposed to be covered with black paper. I also knew that there should be light when the doors closed. Instead, there was more black paper on the ceiling.

But the part that really got me was the audio they piped in. Among loud banging and whirring noises were the voices of men, presumably construction workers. In their conversations, you could tell they were unsure of the safety involved with building the thing.

The entire idea was to put the rider in the dark, sensing that there were men working on the elevator and it wasn't safe. Really uplifting.

I turned to the other man in the car with me.

"Art project," he said.

"Ah."

I wonder why they had to do this to the poor departments of Classics, Foreign Language, and Religious Studies.

After dropping him off, the doors closed, leaving me alone. I arrived at my floor and stepped out of the elevator, thus ending the creepiest elevator ride of my life.