The Elevator Game Novels & Stories

When the limousine finally pulled into the private underground garage of the Thorne Tower, the reality of my situation began to sink in. I was escorted into the private elevator. The doors slid shut, and the elevator began its rapid, silent ascent to the top floor. For the past year, this ride had filled me with anticipation, knowing I was returning to the arms of the man who saved me. Now, every floor we passed felt like another nail in my coffin. The elevator dinged, opening directly into the expansive, ultra-luxurious living room.

Marissa read hers, "I'm a single Mom's daughter, I was gravely ill, not later I found out the medicine she bought as cure is poisoning me so I had a hidden grudge on her. I'm a killer. The target will be blindfolded and hide from the killers, and the killers can choose to catch the target and tickle her or help her escape the other killers. The blindfolded target can have a chance to stop the tickling if he or she will be able to name the killer in front of her. We played the game afterwards after explaining it briefly to them. The game appeared to be fun and successful, if I do say so myself. "That was fun!" Marissa said, panting from running all afternoon. "Yeah," they all said.

"I’m spoofing the sensor! I'm feeding it a looped ghost-signal from the morning shift!" ​For three agonizing seconds, the lift hung in total darkness. Then, the red "Error" light flickered and turned a dull, compliant green. The elevator lurched upward again, moving faster now, the cables screaming as the motor pushed toward the 80th floor. ​"We have less than five minutes before that loop times out," Elena said, her hand tightening on her hilt. "When we hit the 88th floor, the silent alarms will trigger. They won't send Peacekeepers; they’ll send the Paladin Elites."

…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!...

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.

While waiting for the elevator to descend from the 27th floor to the lobby, Rayden said, "May I ask you for something, Emily?" "Hmm ... what is it, Ray?" Emily replied spontaneously. "I want to play a little with you after the shower; I hope you'll like it, Emily!" Rayden replied enigmatically. Before Emily could ask what game Rayden meant, the elevator they were waiting for arrived. The woman had to suppress her curiosity in silence until the floor number on the elevator reached 50. "TING." The elevator door opened, and the elevator attendant pressed the extend door button for the penthouse residents on the 50th floor until they both stepped out of the elevator.

The elevator is a sanctuary of muffled silence. —It was perfect, she murmurs, her cheeks flushed with triumph and alcohol. —You were perfect, I correct, my voice low, hoarse. They had eyes only for you. They understood. The elevator opens onto the private living room, bathed only in the city lights, a carpet of black diamonds and gold at our feet. I close the door behind us. The sound of the party is dead. There is only us. And the game reaching its breaking point. --- Tara

Jace thanked the receptionist and the two of them walked to the elevator. "Since, when you got interested to baby fats?" Kaizer asked Jace as he pushed the bright button in the elevator that would lead them to the third floor. The elevator was powered with water magic, maybe because to thrift electricity. It lifted upward when the opposite tube was emptied with water and plummeted downward when the water lifting the elevator puked back to the opposite tube. The water changed color for each time and it somehow added to the liveliness of the hotel. Watching the smooth tornado-like sipping of the water, Jace answered. "Just now,” he said proudly.

The plan had not accounted for a broken elevator, which meant fourteen flights of stairs with a four-and-a-half-year-old who was, on principle, opposed to being carried but had agreed to it today on the grounds that Patterson was also being carried and Patterson's legs were too short for stairs. Patterson was in Eli's left hand. Eli was on Selene's right hip. They descended fourteen flights together with the particular efficiency of people who had learned to adapt to each other's logistics without discussion. "How many more?" Eli asked, somewhere around the ninth floor. "Five." He considered this. "That's a lot." "It is." "Why is the elevator broken?" "Because things break sometimes." He abs

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.