Korean Elevator Game Novels & Stories

I do my best not to glower at them and repeatedly push the button taking me to the main floor. My heart beats faster with each passing second. Sometimes you don’t realize how much something means to you until it’s taken away. Nothing’s been taken—not really—but the thoughts of what if are bad enough. I move to the front of the elevator and ask what floor the old folks are going to. Thankfully, it’s the same one, and we start the descent down. It only takes thirty seconds, but it feels like an eternity. I run down the hall, and when people see doctors running, they usually get out of the way, assuming I’m responding to an emergency.

Mateo was the first to step in, followed by the hiker. On the panel by the right hand side of the elevator door, there were no numbers. Just two red arrows going in opposite directions. The one facing up was blinking a crimson red color while the one facing downward was dead. The door slid close and immediately, the arrow facing downward started blinking red while the one facing up, went dead. Without them touching anything, the elevator started moving the moment the door locked up.

Hailey Park. If you ever want to test the limits of your cardiovascular system, just step into a metal box with your terrifyingly attractive boss after he tells you, “We’re doing a rehearsal.” A rehearsal. In. An. Elevator. Because apparently, this man woke up this morning and chose K-drama chaos. It starts like this: He sends me a message at 8:02 a.m. — Subject: “Elevator. 9:00 sharp.” No context. No explanation. No warning that I should emotionally prepare myself for imminent death via romantic tension.

"Let's play a game." "What kind of game?" "The rules are elementary: tonight, after the awards ceremony and the disco night, I will wait for the moment when you enter the elevator that leads to the eighth floor, the one reserved for the guest rooms." "Mmmh... well, does your game seem a little too simple, don't you think, mysterious admirer?" Kora replied, raising her full glass in half and stopping to look at the man with a winking but scrupulous gaze. "Too simple?" he replied, astonished at that bold answer.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

I gulped nervously because of what's happening right now but before I could respond Tobi came back inside. “There’s nothing outside, Dad. It’s just some delusional human being trying to create chairs.” He said. Tobi’s Dad nodded before going back inside his study room. I fell down on the floor immediately after hearing the door close at Tobi’s Dad study room. “Are you okay?” Tobi asked and I nodded at him. I closed my eyes for a bit before trying to stand up. He immediately went near me when I was about to lose balance yet again.

He selected a drink from the tray, using the provided paper straw. “Mr. Lee.” The waitress bowed and gestured, “The GM is on the third basement floor. This way, please.” Kaze nodded and strolled to the elevator. After the waitress pressed the button, she quickly stepped behind Kaze in the elevator and lowered her head. The elevator arrived at the third basement floor. The door opened but Kaze did not move. “Mr. Lee, this way please,” the waitress said as she stepped forward. Suddenly, a burst of murderous intent filled the air and enveloped Kaze.

Seeing their situation, the four of them panicked. “What are you doing?” “F*ck! Come out if you have the guts, you pervert.” Jack’s voice sounded in the darkness. “The name of this game is called the killing game. It’s specially designed for you! The game is very simple. Your hands are bound by the iron rings. If you want to escape, you have to pull the device in the middle of the iron rings. The iron hooks on the top will pierce your skin. When your palms break free from the iron rings, the iron hooks will pierce through your collarbones. Of course, you have other ways to escape. This is also the highlight of the night.”

[The Arcade] Basement Level 4. They fought their way past the rhythm games and claw machines. Kenji led them to an "Out of Order" photo booth in the corner. "Konami Code," Kenji whispered. He inputted a sequence on the booth's screen: Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right... HISSS. The back of the photo booth slid open. Cold air rushed out. Behind the neon fun lay a dark, industrial elevator. "Welcome to my father's brain," Kenji stepped in.

Vance growled low, stepping between Kaelen and the private elevator entrance as the heavy steel doors of the penthouse foyer let out a dull, pneumatic hissed groan. LEVEL 38... LEVEL 39... LEVEL 40. PING. The elevator car arrived. The heavy steel doors began to slide open into the pitch-black penthouse.