The Elevator Game Novels & Stories

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.

"They think we'll try to leave through the front or make a stand in the penthouse. They don't know about this elevator." "How do you know?" "Because I designed it that way. Built it into the renovation plans under a different contractor. Off the books." The elevator jolted slightly as it descended past the main lobby level. Lower. Into the subbasement. Elara's hand went to her pocket. The letter was still there. Safe. But would they be? The elevator slowed. Stopped. The doors opened onto a dimly lit parking garage. Concrete pillars cast long shadows. Flickering fluorescent lights made everything look sickly and unreal.

The office lights flickered again. A new corridor appeared between cubicles. At the end of it stood an elevator. Above the elevator doors, words glowed. SOURCE ARCHIVE. Haley clutched her stomach. "Why is there always an elevator?" Jack stepped toward it. The Hollowsmith grabbed his arm. "Do not trust direct routes." "Can we take an indirect elevator?" Haley raised a hand. "I vote stairs." A sign appeared beside them. STAIRS TEMPORARILY DISABLED FOR SAFETY.

After getting trapped in a malfunctioning elevator with two classmates, my classmate Sheldon couldn't resist running his mouth. He pressed the emergency call button and said, "Sir, you fell for it! We were just pressing it for fun!" "Brats!" The security guard cursed and slammed the phone down. Harvey and I wanted to beat Sheldon up on the spot. Sheldon, however, looked completely unconcerned. "Just press it again." When the call connected again, Sheldon grabbed the chance to speak first. "Hahaha! Sir, it's us again! Why do you keep falling for it?" The security guard lost his temper. "You bunch of kids–" I quickly cut him off. "Sir, don't hang up! The elevator really is malfunctionin

"Wouldn't that mean they could go straight to her office. Isn't that dangerous for her?" "You have a vivid imagination, Dr. York. Ordinary people can't even enter this elevator, and even if they somehow got in, they wouldn't be able to use it," Heidi said. "You'll see soon enough." The doors opened. "This way, Dr. York," Heidi said before entering the elevator first. Cassian followed close behind. Once inside, he realized this elevator was unlike any he had seen before. The buttons weren't numbered floors but were instead the 26 letters of the alphabet, like a small keyboard.

“Rainelle is expecting us, and we’re to go on in.” North clung to Eli’s hand as he led her between the two guards. There was nothing overtly threatening about them, and she thought the one on the left even winked at her, but she was still unnerved by the strangeness of their appearance. She managed a shaky smile, but let out a breath of relief as soon as she was inside the large elevator. It must’ve been designed to transport shipments of items as well as people, because it was large enough for all six of them and still had room for a dozen of their closest friends. The elevator felt like it lumbered up the side of the mountain, and she took advantage of the slowness of the ride to ask Eli,

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

The digital readout on the panel flicked on: **05:00** The elevator lurched upward. The timer began to bleed down. **04:59** **04:58** My stomach dropped with the motion. The walls creaked. Somewhere above, cables whined under strain. We exchanged a look—me, Corvin, Jax, the others—packed in too tightly, all of us acutely aware that we had five minutes to survive whatever waited at the top. And I have no idea what kind of story the game wanted from us next.

Around this character Death, wanton violence is the norm like in an episode of Tom and Jerry, but the pranks are much too real and brutal to be funny. Like the world’s most cruel punch line, it turns out there’s actually a panel of buttons to control the elevator and that’s where Death now proceeds to input a secret code. Everything starts shaking and – before I can crunch my stomach right where it is – the elevator drops like a boulder. I can’t tell just by looking at Death though. No matter how fast we’re falling, the Grim Reaper stands as erect and elegant as a general in the bombed frontlines, his back still turned to me. We slide past more torture floors and reach the basement, but stil

As soon as the elevator doors closed and began descending, the man in the machine room pressed a modified control. Suddenly, a harsh grinding sound echoed, and the elevator's lights flickered before cutting out completely. “No!” Evalina gasped, fumbling against the walls in the darkness. The lift jolted to a stop between the ninth and eighth floors. A dim emergency light flickered on, barely illuminating Evalina’s pale face. She pressed the emergency button—no response. Then, she tried calling Hunter on her phone. “No signal,” she muttered in frustration. Her heartbeat quickened. Sweat formed along her hairline. Her breathing turned shaky. The tight, silent space made her feel trapped—like h