The Elevator Game Novels & Stories

a smug tugged Eleanor's lips as the elevator door slid close, while Ellen pressed on the number buttons on the wall to indicate the floor they were going up to. "What did you mean, no evidence? The cameras are still working perfectly, and even those filthy pests that call themselves maids are everywhere. Dalton would end up finding out," Ellen further stated, as she leaned tiredly against the walls of the elevator. She really hated the costly game they were playing against the real game master.

Take note, if you do not press the green button after every thirty seconds, the egg will self-destruct, and that will signify that you have lost the game. The elderly council member repeated himself two more times to ensure that all the participants understood what they were required to do. They were asked to follow the yellow arrow to where the ten rooms were located and enter the rooms to begin the game. Elsa felt extremely fortunate that she had slept a lot during the day. She told herself that she would do whatever it took to win this game because more than anything, she wanted to make it to the top five.

The day began in a small, stolen silence. The sleek, chrome doors of the executive elevator slid shut, sealing Damian and Isabelle in a metallic bubble of privacy. The space was barely large enough for them to stand without touching, yet every inch of it hummed with the unspoken current between them. It was a perilous, exhilarating game they played every morning: waiting for the main elevator to empty, waiting for the split-second window when Ms. Romero's back was turned, and then slipping inside.

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.”

Just forward. He needed space. The elevator opened before he reached it. He stepped inside. Pressed Ground Floor. The doors slid shut. For a moment— It felt simple. Then the elevator stopped. Halfway down. Elliot frowned. “Don’t do this.” The lights stayed steady. The system panel flickered once— Then went dark. Elliot’s jaw tightened. He reached for the emergency button. Pressed. Nothing. A quiet click echoed overhead. The speaker came alive. “Go back.”

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.

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.

I didn’t resist when they guided me out. The replica stepped out opposite me. Mirroring. We walked toward a private elevator at the back of the garage. No logos. No directory. Just a clean metal panel. The elevator doors opened instantly. Pre-authorized. Inside, no buttons. Just a smooth interior and a camera dome in the ceiling. The doors closed. The elevator moved upward. Not down. “Interesting choice,” I said. “Visibility increases legitimacy,” the replica replied. The doors opened into a glass-walled conference room overlooking the city.

As soon as we were next to the elevator, the elevator, which was supposed to be on the second floor, unexpectedly went down. "See? He can't wait any longer." As Shirley spoke, her face didn't change at all. She seemed to know what Shelton was thinking about at her fingertips. Sure enough, the elevator went up with Shelton standing inside. After the door of the elevator opened, he came out, looking somewhat gloomy. He had realized that it was a single-sided glass elevator. Walking out of the elevator and seeing that Shirley and me both standing at the door of the elevator, Shelton managed to curl up the corner of his mouth, asking, "Are you done measuring the size?"

Getting a slight nod from Derrick, the two men hurried over to help HD lift Ice into a standing position and they all moved Into the elevator. Just like the one at the entrance to the underground hall, this elevator also had no buttons. Just two red arrows indicating up and down. Once everyone was inside, the tech guy pressed more buttons and the doors slid shut. The elevator groaned and started moving. But unlike the first elevator that gave them the feeling of dropping, this one was quite slow as it struggled to return to the surface. "I have no idea what is waiting on the other side but this is our only exit." "Your partner is going to slow us down." Derrick looked pointedly at Ice who wa