The Elevator Game
The elevator game — my girlfriend and I had watched a video about it together. The video itself gave all the instructions for the game…
Author: Haru Sami
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The elevator game — my girlfriend and I had watched a video about it together. The video itself gave all the instructions for the game…
The elevator game — my girlfriend and I had watched a video about it together. The video itself gave all the instructions for the game along with all its precautions and risks too. I joked, saying that my building was even tall enough for me to play the game but my significant other had said no to it.
I was never a believer of the supernatural neither was I willing to fuck with them. I didn’t believe in ghosts but that did not mean I would fuck with a ouja board.
The game's rules are as follows.
This ritual required nothing more than a building over 10 floors. Luckily for me, mine had thirteen. The first step was to get inside alone. Floors have to be pressed in a certain order and I have to wait until I’m on the floor I pressed for, before pressing the next one. First I have to go to the first floor, then the second floor, then the sixth floor, then the second floor again, then the tenth floor. From the tenth floor, the fifth floor.
Once on the fifth floor, there is a chance a woman might get on the elevator. This is the only time its okay for the player to continue the game with a person inside it. But she is not human. Do not look at her. Do not talk to her or she’ll claim you. Press the button to the first floor, if the elevator starts ascending, you may proceed. If it goes down, don’t look back and swiftly walk out of the elevator or speak.
Once on the tenth floor, you may leave or choose to stay inside the elevator. If you leave, and the woman is inside with you, she will ask where you are going. Do not answer her or look at her. Just walk out.
You’ll be able to tell you’re in another world as you will be the only human there. It will be dark outside, and the windows will be pitch black with a red cross glowing over the sky.
Once you get your way back into the elevator, press the same buttons you did before until you get to the fifth floor. Once there, press the button to the first floor. The elevator will start ascending to the tenth floor. Make sure to press any button to prevent this immediately, if successful, you will descend down. Just make sure you’re on the right floor, and everything is how it was before you left.
If you never left the elevator. just press the button for the first floor and repeat the precautions before reading.
It seemed simple and quite frankly stupid to me unlike other rituals. Our elevator is made of glass, you can see the view behind you as you climb and your reflection on the doors as you stare at it.
So I said, ‘Fuck it, why not?’
I got into my elevator and pressed the buttons.
1…
2…
6…
2…
Ding!
Fifth floor. And as I had expected, no woman to greet me either. I pressed for the first floor and to my surprise, the numbers started blinking into bigger numbers as I ascended up to the tenth floor. This made me nervous, I could still see the bright sky in the reflection.
Ding!
The doors slowly opened and…nothing. Everything was bright and ordinary. I was a bit annoyed at that so this time I took the stairs up to our roof to relax under the evening sun and the autumn wind on one of the swings.
As the soon stooped low, I caught the elevator and went back to my house. I walked inside and slipped my phone out to check for text messages while I was out of the wifi’s range. Huh? The phone didn’t turn on, I pressed the button several times but it didn’t seem to turn on. It must've run out of charge while I was out. I walked into my bedroom and plopped down onto my bed, attaching the phone to its charger and laying for a bit, waiting for it to charge.
Then I realised something, whenever someone walked in, my mother would always yell out to ask who it is. I didn’t hear the usual greeting when I came home. She must be napping or on a call with someone.
I went to open her door.
Locked.
Weird, she might’ve left it locked on accident. I shifted right to my brothers’ bedroom.
Also locked.
This was…odd. And no sounds of the two hustling inside either. I glanced at the clock and then at the window. Why was it so dark so soon? Winter must be approaching. I mean, its already mid October.
This is when the doorbell rang. Dad must be home, I thought to myself as I went to open the door. He wasn’t. It was a lady, an unfamiliar face.
‘Do I know you?’
She didn’t speak but nodded so I let her in. She was probably mom’s friend. ‘Sit down, please,’ I said as I seated her in the drawing room, ‘I’ll go get my mother.’
And I did, but my knocks received no answer. I was starting to get worried. Maybe she had a sleeping pill? I knocked harder, harder, harder, harder, until my knuckles hurt.
‘What the fuck?’ I whispered to myself and went back to the drawing room, slightly panicked.
‘My mom isn’t opening the doo-’
She was gone.
My anxiety started to flood through my veins as my sweaty palm gripped the door handle, trying to rationalise what was happening.
It couldn’t be, was I in the other world?
Yeah, the sky was black but no red cross in sight. It could be thunderstorms lately that have been going on recently.I went back to my phone, gripping it with trembling hands, still dead.
I was getting desperate, so I went to my iPad, to maybe phone my dad. Also dead. I fetched my brother's laptop from the dining table. Dead.
What the hell was happening?
I backed away into my room, the tube light was flickering.
I was never really a god’s man, but at this moment I could do nothing but silently pray under my breath. Pray this was a dream, pray it was all made up in my head. Pr-
‘You’ve arrived.’
I froze at the sound, it didn't sound like it was a human voice. Or should I say, voices. Speaking in unison. I couldn’t move. My neck hairs were standing on edge. For the first time in my life, I was this scared.
And then darkness.
I hit the floor.
That was the last I remember until I woke up in my bed, tucked in and with my plushie.
But was this really my bedroom?
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