Korean Elevator Game Novels & Stories

I will be dead walking half the way if it was supposedly stairs. I move inside the elevator and dude, it's posh too. The floor has a fake velvety texture to it. If it's supposed to be something,or I don't know. But it feels soft. Boris, if I remember his name,presses the elevator and up we go. Again the elevator nausea hits me. I feel my head spinning,the kind of spinning when you are drunk. My eyes fell on the elevator keys and there were fifty keys. How many floors this tower is?

Either that or his mind is just overreacting. "This place is beautiful yet very strange," he said as they reached the elevator, the doors slide open and they both got in, after the doors shut tight, Eric panicked when he couldn't find any button to press on. "What the fuck!" He yelled out. Jason stared at the walls and saw a slot that was big enough for one card, he took his card and pushed it into the slot, and just immediately the elevator began its ascension. "How did you figure that out?" Eric asked.

Hyun-ki was in the elevator, his expression on his face showed his happiness, he was smiling while looking at the numbers on the elevator while they are going up, the elevator door opened, Hyun-ki went out from the elevator, he was heading toward his apartment, his house door was open already, he entered the apartment everyone was sitting in the couch, the atmosphere was a little quiet and awkward until Mun-hee said, “You should have told me you had something to do with your other life”

My smile faded when I heard El Sandra’s greeting to Ryu. “I’m freaking fine, you know? How about you, Engineer Dela Costa? I’ve heard from our employees that they saw you kissing a woman in the elevator. Who is she? New girl toy?” I opened my eyes wide and looked at El Sandra in shock. I gasped for breath, and sweat beaded on my forehead. I swallowed hard when I saw Ryu grin and glance in my direction.

…As long as this elevator continues to descend normally like this, everything should be fine… After a moment, the elevator slowed down and stopped. *sigh* Ravyn sighs with relief. But suddenly its direction changed to moving sideways and accelerating rapidly. She quickly grabbed the handrail and held it tightly. "Woah! Wasn't that supposed to be arrival already?" The girl exclaimed in amazement. She was moved further horizontally before the elevator moved upward again. The front of the mirror shows the pounding heart rate of the one person it can detect. … One Pim, Two Pims, Three Pims! Four Pims!...

* **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.

I looked down at the screen to see a new text from Adrian. “Use elevator number three and bring your pretty ass over to the rooftop.” I glared at the screen. Fuck you, Adrian. I rushed toward the third elevator and pressed the button. The doors slid open instantly, and just as I stepped inside and pressed the button for the rooftop, the app must have been dialed up to a higher setting. A heavy, throbbing sensation hit me full force, making me groan out loud as the elevator began to rise. My knees went weak, and I had to press my back against the mirrored wall of the elevator just to stay upright while the intense pleasure washed over me.

The game was messy and fun and dramatic—you know, obviously, because the girls were involved. We were mid-argument about whether the last ball was in or out when Mr. Rowe called over both Jackson and Ellie. They jogged off toward where he was seated with his girlfriend. The rest of us continued to play until the siblings walked back to us a few minutes later with a tall dude with them now. Ellie was smiling brightly, clearly excited. Jackson, though—he looked… off. Not angry or anything. Just tense, maybe. “Guys!” Ellie beamed. “This is Quinton.”

said Kim Nami turned around and walked first. I followed Kim Nami behind who was followed by the people who greeted me earlier. Yuna was walking right behind me. Once I entered the lobby of the company it looked exactly the same as in television dramas. "Please, this way, Miss." A clerk in uniform led us to one of the elevators whose front reads V VIP. The only contents of the elevator were me, Kim Nami, Yuna and a woman who seemed like Kim Nami's secretary. Secretary Kim Nami pointed a card at the top of the elevator button. She then punched the number for the top floor. And as soon as the elevator opened, the four of us were greeted by a white man in a full suit.

And a little bit disappointed, to tell the truth. The interior was gorgeous, with dark, paneled wood and marble flooring. The control panel looked like it was obsidian, except for the 18 buttons for the various floors, which were pearl inlaid with gold numbers. Connor hit the top one – which didn’t have a number. Just the letter ‘P.’ The light blinked, and he inserted one of the cards the front desk supermodel had given him into a slot in the obsidian panel. The light stopped blinking and glowed brightly, and the elevator started moving.