Big Slime Fell Through The Stairs Mga Nobela at Kwento

I finally finished up organizing the files back into their different folders and closed the conference room door shut as I headed upstairs to my room. I absent-mindedly replied to some messages on my phone as I climbed, failing to realize that the last step at the head of the stairs was extremely slippery. I tried to grip the rail as I slipped but it was too late. My stomach dropped as I felt myself falling, unable to regain balance. Time slowed down as I tried to break my fall. My arms flailed wildly, and I landed with a thud on the hardwood floor, my head coming in contact with the last step at the foot of the stairs.

Inside I was scared and constantly looked back in case someone was coming. Where was the door that Mell said led to the main room? I didn't understand, or was it a trap of hers? My shoes were muddy and wet because the floor was leaking water. When I saw some stairs at the bottom, I hurried, wanting to get to them, however, something happened, a huge animal appeared from another hallway and positioned itself in front of me. I fell backwards while looking at that huge wolf showing me its huge fangs. God.

she exclaimed. They dropped to their knees, attempting to pull up the floorboards. Meagan saw a small sliver around the edges of some of the boards. “Look! It’s hinged,” she said sliding her fingers into the crack and flipping the door open. They were staring at a very steep staircase that led into the blackness. Shane led the way, and as they neared the bottom of the staircase they saw there was a thick oak door. Pressing his ear against the door, Shane listened intently. “Someone is crying,” he said.

Hades will kill me after this if he finds me. I limped to the stairs, before slowly walking down, holding the railing tightly. My body burnt in searing pain, everything hurt so bad and my knees wanted to buckle up any moment now. I just have to make it out of here and find a way to contact home, I'm sure they wi- A scream left my lips as I tripped on my dress, falling down the staircase. Pain shot up my spine as I fell down the stairs, hitting each and every step till I fell on the floor at the end.

When we hit the bottom of the stairs, we smelled the rot again. “What the hell?” “The window’s not broken.” “Where we came in—it’s closed. Fitzy propped it open! I know he did!” We tried once more to run but again found ourselves rooted around the pentagram as a heavy thing slowly slid down the hallway, much closer, this time. We struggled and ground our teeth until finally Fitzy managed, “Wreck it. Gotta . . . wreck it.” And again we did. Only to find ourselves quickly returned to our spots, the sliding even closer, now. After the same interminable fight, Fitzy choked, “Wreck it. Gotta . . . ”

Oh, forgot that I smell so bad. “What is that smell?” Mommy asked, still covering her nose. “Sweetheart, what happened to your dress? What happened to you!?” she asked in shock and turned her gaze to Yaya Celine. “S-She fell into a canal,” “Into what!!?” “Did you fall in, sweetheart, or someone pushed you?” She slowly turns her gaze to Yaya Celine. “I fell on my Mom, I wasn’t looking well...” “I already said monitor her, Yaya Celine! What’s the use of taking you with my daughter if you didn’t keep a good eye on her!! What if something bad happens to her because of your carelessness!”

“Let’s get back to your party.” I giggled, taking his hand in mine. We walked over to the door. The moment we touched the handle, the floor beneath us opened. I was weightless, falling into the unknown darkness below. I reached out for something to grasp onto as I felt Lyle’s strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest. Together, we slid down a slick and slimy stone chute, our bodies gliding effortlessly through the strange goo that coated its walls. With each passing moment, we descended deeper into the mysterious depths, the only sound echoing in our ears being the soft whoosh of our descent and the occasional splatter of the goo against our skin.

Water dripping from the ceiling at the far corner had liquified some of them, creating odorous, slimy pools across the floor, underneath her shoes. Like a rabbit caught in a snare, she spun around to flee too late as he was coming back down the stone stairs—right out of the dungeon—with slow, dreadful steps. The stilettos that were not made to run in slipped as she was forced to stop near the doorway. The dark liquid splashed her feet; the slimy, gooey touch felt different from all the blood that had stained her hand throughout her life. “Some of them are mine,” he muttered, almost dreamily, as he halted at the foot of the stairs, his face half-shadowed.

The third had rot under its face, clean as a lie. “Hold,” I said. Jamie’s weight had already committed. The wood bowed. The nail that had once married tread to stringer gave up with a small, decisive sound. The fourth step folded like paper. I lunged forward, and reached the stairs before the debris finished falling. I caught Jamie by the back of the jacket and lifted him onto the landing like a cat removing a kitten from danger. His feet scrabbled on air, then found floor. His noise went from bravado to shock.

I grabbed the pillow from the bed, launching it with every ounce of spite I possessed. My jaw clenched as the pillows landed harmlessly to the floor. The soft thump almost mocking me. I went to the bed, cussing everyone under my breath. I stood at the side of the bed, looking down at it. The size of the bed was ridiculous. The entire mansion was ridiculous as well. Groaning, I lay on the bed, shutting my eyes with my hands. That was a mistake. My mind immediately started an unsolicited slideshow of the events that just happened.