Korean Elevator Game Novels & Stories

[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.

The floor closed in between them as the elevator took them underground. The elevator stopped in a very big room which had only a few bulbs lighting up the place. There were three bunk beds in the room with two sofas and a small table in the middle of the room. Three boys could be seen occupying the sofas and playing cards together with two bottles of whiskey on the table. A gym was at one end of the room and two boys could be seen exercising at the gym. As soon as they walked out of the elevator, the boys playing cards ran to meet them.

My name is Kyla Adams, and this is my story of how I met my boyfriend through a series of mini-dates that took place in the elevator on the way up to my office. The game was sort of a mix of already existing dating shows. Think "The Bachelor" mixed with "Love is Blind" mixed with speed dating. That's right- the game is called "eleDATE," and it isn't a reality show. It's my real experience that I documented immediately after every "date." Buckle in, and see if you can guess which "bachelor" stole my heart. ********** I stole a glance at the vibrant purple clock sitting on my desk. "4:00," it read.

he says as he makes his way to the elevator. Caleb steps into the elevator, it’s sterile. Hospital-grade stainless steel and gleaming surfaces reflecting the fluorescent lights above. He presses the button for the 18th floor, and the doors slide shut with a soft whoosh, sealing him in. The elevator lurches slightly as it begins to ascend and Caleb feels a gentle pressure in his ears. As the floors tick by -6,7,8, the elevator's digital display above the wall counts with a steady, mechanical rhythm. The hum of the elevator's engines provides a constant soothing white noise that feels the small space and his face drifts to the elevator’s interior, taking in the standard hospital-issue emergenc

The woman sees above her head on the ceiling of the elevator the screen showing the game, with a Touch Down, amidst her screams, moans and panting, a tongue inside her vagina. As he pulled his mouth from her pussy. - Divine, my love. - He said. Even without reaction, she maneuvers her, then he puts her back towards the floor of the elevator, opening the fly of her pants, thrusting it into her vagina in a single thrust. - Goal. – The man says, with one thrust, followed by another. - One more point. – The man said, in the middle of each of his thrusts, in the middle of hitting in and out of the woman's vagina.

"Well! This elevator is shit! What's wrong with me? I'm handsome, charming, not arrogant, not naughty! Another time, Uncle, Auntie. I'm not good at playing games! Just play Mobile Legend, I am noob!" When Alif was confused, suddenly pale thin fingers shot out from the gap in the floor of one corner of the elevator. The next scene was terrifying. Something black and smelly trying to stick out of the gap in the elevator floor. The gap was torn to form a broken slab, releasing the dreadlocked kuntilanak head. Rrrrrrrg.... The kuntilanak creature growled, tilting its head until it could all pass through the hole. Then her body wriggled out.

She pushed the door lever downward and stepped outside, Valencia then, pulled the handgrip outside to make sure it will close. She hasten her steps until she stop in front of the elevator, her long slender finger presses the button with an arrow pointing downward, the elevator door slid open and Valencia went inside. She then pushed the button with the letter G and the door closes automatically. Valencia impatiently taps her left foot with her arms crossed on her chest, staring with anticipation at the black rectangular screen above the door waiting for the letter G to appear.

Joey hollars over his shoulder. Walking inside I see there are people everywhere. Some sitting around a fire place in what I expect to be the living toom. Another doorframe off to the side where a group of guys are playing pool and video games on a TV the size of the wall. More people has we move to the staircase. The guys don't walk up the stairs though. They stop and talk to a couple and Blake hits a button on the wall and PING, the doors open to a elevator. Of course there is a elevator.

Confused, Larissa wanted to know why, but she held back and did not ask. They kept walking forward until they stopped before a single elevator. It was stuck on the first floor, and the number never changed. "This is Mr. Rogers' private elevator," Dylan explained. "It can only be unlocked with his fingerprint." Kevan placed his right pointer finger on the fingerprint reader near the elevator doors, and they opened with a ding. The group entered the elevator at once, and Kevan pressed the button for the 45th floor before retreating to the corner of the car.

The other elevator was destined for clients, thus allowing her to take the elevator without being surprised by an unwanted client. With the access card in hand, Catherine passed through the turnstile and headed to the eighth floor. There were two elevator doors, each with a small queue: one for even-numbered floors and the other for odd-numbered floors, optimizing travel time. Catherine joined the queue for the even-numbered elevator, and noted the sign indicating a maximum capacity of ten people inside. She could only imagine the size of the building.