The Elevator Game Novels & Stories

Tessa’s POV We got into a freaking elevator. Joseph typed in some kind of code and the elevator door opened, allowing us access. Once we were inside, he pressed number two and it started to move upward. I noticed that the elevator only had four buttons. One, two, three, and ground floor. But there were definitely a lot more floors than that. “Why are there only four buttons?” I asked, peering up at him. “This takes us to the elder levels,” he explained. “The grand stairs you saw in the main foyer only go up to a certain level. But once it reaches the elder levels, the stairs stop, denying access to anyone who doesn’t have the code for the elevator.”

Like before, there's only one elevator that serves as the only way to go upwards, but it will only open to the victorious one. Simultaneously, Mizu and her opponent walks in the center of the stage with a distance of 2 meters away from each other and are in high guard, soon the host announced, " Between player 11659 and player 11996, the game of life and death now begins!"

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

Edward suddenly stuffed the box into her arms. She looked at Edward with a blank face. Edward moved his long finger and pressed a few keys on the elevator and then pulled Ellena out. The elevator door closed behind them. Ellena did not know what was going on. She turned around and looked at the elevator door in confusion. The next second, Naomi's scream came from inside. "Ah -" Then there were a few rumbling sounds… "The elevator… fell down?" Ellena turned her head and asked Edward uncertainly. The Smith Group had an underground parking lot. Below the parking lot were the first and second floors. So the elevator would stop at the 2nd basement.

What if Bonus Chapter 4: What If They Met in an Elevator Trap? Eli POV The elevator in the downtown high-rise shuddered to a sudden, sickening stop between floors 14 and 15. The lights flickered once, twice, then settled into dim emergency mode, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. I was stuck. Alone. Or so I thought—until the guy who’d stepped in right behind me cursed under his breath, voice low and frustrated.

There was the sound of a metal churning and then Hera had to move back when 4-2-3-1 flickered on the screen; it only flashed for a second and, with an echo of an exhausted machine, the glass lay undented as though it hadn’t been touched. “Come on!” Kioven sprinted toward the elevator at the end of the alleyway. They passed from door after door, facing each other, like some silent venom with its occupant ready to strike whenever possible. Hera sniggered at the thought. Once they were inside the elevator, Kioven jabbed his finger on the ‘ground floor’ impatiently, breathing rather heavily. As they descend, Kioven’s brows knotted, glaring at the eerie reflection of Hera.

But the finger did not descend. Instead, it veered, hovering for an instant, before decisively pressing the button at the top of the panel. The number 10 lit up in a solemn red. An almost inaudible click, and the elevator, which had already begun to decelerate for its scheduled stop on the seventh floor, resumed its smooth and implacable ascent. The change in direction was as subtle as it was terrifying. Lara felt the slight pressure in her ears, the sensation of being taken to a place she had not bought a ticket for.

She asked curiously, and he nodded. "I forgot to tell you the rules," he muttered, his frown deepening as if he had committed a grave offence. The Time Keeper’s eyes narrowed, the silver orbs shimmering like moons caught in a storm. His tone was grave as he responded, “Rules are the foundation of this arrangement, Alessia. Break them, and you may lose your chance to return entirely.” Alessia straightened, clutching the bracelet on her wrist. "What rules?" she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second.

⸻ The elevator stood open. Waiting. No one had called it. James frowned. “I don’t like that.” “I don’t think we’re supposed to.” Charlotte answered. She stepped inside first. James and Darrien exchanged a quick glance before following. The doors closed without anyone pressing a button. The elevator descended. Ten. Nine. Eight. Then… It kept going. James stared at the display. “There isn’t another level.” Seven disappeared. Then six. Then… The numbers vanished completely. The lights flickered.

I do my best not to glower at them and repeatedly push the button taking me to the main floor. My heart beats faster with each passing second. Sometimes you don’t realize how much something means to you until it’s taken away. Nothing’s been taken—not really—but the thoughts of what if are bad enough. I move to the front of the elevator and ask what floor the old folks are going to. Thankfully, it’s the same one, and we start the descent down. It only takes thirty seconds, but it feels like an eternity. I run down the hall, and when people see doctors running, they usually get out of the way, assuming I’m responding to an emergency.