Hellevator Stories Novels & Stories

I went to one of my apartment and decided to stay there. Stepping into my condo I remembered where I actually came. This hell is much more scarier than my house. In this condo I can hear her screams from each and every corner. That horrible night on which I forced her and crumbled a girl's pride and dignity with my madness. Looking at the balcony itself began to give chills when that scene flashed into my mind where Nivi began to jump from there and tried to kill herself. I shut my both ears when I began to hear Nivi screaming from everywhere. I stood from couch and went to grab a bottle of whiskey.

, and the floor vibrated and started shaking to move, it was declining downwards. Hellion was standing at the edge with her shoulders folded upon one another, while Sam and Murphy jumped by the sudden movements under their feet! They were hoping for the surprises to end, as each and every of it was freaking them out. Hellion cleared her throat calmly after having watched the show of scaring them to death, her lips twitched into a smile as she explained the behavior of the room drowning in this odd fashion, “This is an elevator actually, designed as a room, whoever hasn’t encountered this earlier, doesn’t know what to do here and certainly gets caught in this little room of wonders”.

She stood up and walked over to the window to close the curtains. The moment the curtains met, a strange white light zapped from outside. Helma's brow creased. They were seventy stories up, at the very top—where was the light coming from? Then came a thunderous roar. She yanked the curtains back and saw a helicopter rising past her window, heading for the roof. Stunned, Helma watched as the chopper hovered above the building, likely touching down on the rooftop. Soon after, a rope ladder tumbled down, and figures started to descend.

It’s more the lack of power and prestige that will clip her wings. Her fall from grace could be spectacular and I’m here for all of it. They don’t say a word. Jayden just puts his hand up to quiet the buzz. The elevator doors close again and the numbers light up. It’s going up? Is there even an up from here? Maybe Heaven? I look quizzically at Lance next to me. “Helipad on roof. Someone’s arrived by helicopter,” he whispers. Holy shit. This is really happening. Lucky I bought the townhouse outright because I may not be able to afford rent or mortgage payments after today.

If there is a bad decision waiting above the twentieth floor, I will find it, dress it up as necessity, and walk straight into it in heels. The floor numbers climb and my stomach climbs with them. Every soft ding feels like a countdown to something I already know I am not ready for. I try to anchor myself to physical things. The faint vibration under my feet. The hum of the machinery behind the walls. The way the elevator cable shifts weight. Anything except the image of Adrian standing somewhere above me, already calculating, already turning this night into a ledger entry in that ruthless brain of his. In his version of events, I am sure this is the inevitable sequel. Lena Hale, Gold Diggin

The iron lever that had killed someone before started to move winding backward with a lot of tension. The countdown was inside the machine now and the press was getting ready to eject the sector from the mainframe. "Elara!" Julian shouted through the storm. "The anchor is slipping! The building is losing its place! We're falling out of the world!" The skyscrapers outside were moving, sliding across the horizon like a train car. The horizon was tilting. The sky was turning upside down.

Elena's POV I stirred in my sleep and felt something very soft under me. It felt like I am sleeping on clouds, so soft and comfortable. I don't want to wake up. I snuggled more into the clouds to feel heaven. But then I realized that I am not into heaven but in hell. I opened my eyes to see the devil sitting on the couch with a cigarette in between his fingers. His expressions were neutral and his eyes were unreadable as always. He was looking at nothing in particular. It seems like he is planning the murder of someone.

She watched the pages as Helia flipped them. "Stairs to an elevator!" Danica gasped as soon as Helia got to a page and she placed her hand in front of the page to stop Helia from flipping them again. "What about we try it?" Danica asked. "But we don't have time to waste," Helia pouted. "I don't think it will. Let's try the spell," Danica persuaded. "The stairs are too long. What if we need to get to the top or come down really quick? Which do you think will be more helpful? Stairs or elevator."

She walked inside and then towards the elevators, waiting for the doors to shut before she pressed the seven on the keypad. Today was a quiet day at the plaza and the elevator didn’t make any stops, dropping her directly on her destination. She got out and walked towards the brown door with a polished plaque reading ‘Estate Experts.’ She knocked once and then walked in without waiting for a reply. Helene operated from a single roomed office - an enormous room but a single room nonetheless. She looked up from behind the desk as Ilana approached. Her eyebrows rose and she observed Ilana quietly for a second before she motioned for Ilana to take one of the empty chairs across from Helene.

* **Floor 10-20: REPETITIVE TRAUMA (THE SLASHER SUB-DIVISION)** * **Floor 21-40: UNREQUITED LONGING (THE ROMANCE REVENUE STREAM)** * **Floor 41-60: EXISTENTIAL DREAD (THE PHILOSOPHICAL THRILLER WING)** * **Floor 61-80: SYSTEMIC OPPRESSION (THE DYSTOPIAN ENGINE)** "They've mapped out every way a human can suffer," I whispered, pressing the button for Floor 90. The elevator doors closed, but the ride wasn't a smooth ascent. As we passed each floor, the "Reality" inside the elevator changed.