Big Slime Fell Through The Stairs Novels & Stories

' And just like what they've talked about that one particular night, the twins alongside the pregnant Natasha, indeed made the entire castle full of noises. At the first corner down the hall near the staircase, somebody suddenly dealt with oily flooring. "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!" A scream echoed around the area followed by some clattering of metals for the armored statues. In the second hall not far from the office and the clinic, another incident happened. Another victim fell into another trap that was full of slimy substance that was very hard to step away from. 'WHAT THE FUCK-!' 'EWWWW...' Those are the expressions that were echoing in the area. They tried their best to maintain their balance but

Just death scary cold ass glare. “Aunt…” Jasmine said, but her words trailed off, catching in her throat. Her balance tilted and her foot missed a step. And suddenly Jasmine felt herself falling. Her body snapped forward, dragged by the pull of gravity. The stairs rushed up to meet her as she tumbled hard down the stairs, Her shoulder hit first—then her back—then her leg twisted painfully beneath her as she crashed down the steps. Her head slammed.Lights burst behind her eyes. Every sound turned hollow and every second slowed.

To get away from what I saw. I didn’t see the stairs until it was too late. My foot slipped, my knee gave way, and the world twisted sideways. I fell hard, pain slicing up my arm and back. But that pain was nothing compared to the burning image seared into my mind. I tasted blood, mixed with vomit, rising up my throat as I clutched the cold marble. I threw up on myself. Again and again, until all that came out were dry heaves and acid tears.

She puts away her book lazily and carries the hemline of her long skirt to the second-floor bedroom. The broad marble stone stairs are cool and comfortable. Nina Morrison walks up the staircase. When she gets on the top step of the stairs, Nina Morrison suddenly slips. She reacts quickly and grabs the guardrail fiercely. But her feet are twisted violently on the stairs, and her knees hit iron railings, rubbing off a layer of skin, burning. Nina Morrison holds on to the railing and looks up the stairs. Sure enough, someone is trying to hurt her. If the shiny patch on the steps is not oil, what else could it be?

She groaned as she had to use the stairs. Just as she passed just four steps on the staircase, she suddenly and unexpectedly missed her step. As she began to fall, she grabbed the only thing that was in sight, the Shirt of Someone walking down the staircase. But it wasn't of great help to her, as she ended up tearing the white shirt and falling to the ground.

she asked gravely. I bit back a laugh. "They’ve been here the whole time." She squinted. "I think they’re multiplying." "Yep. Evil stairs. Very tricky," I said, nudging her forward. Halfway up, she gasped. "Nope. Absolutely not. These things are waiting for me to trip. Stairs are sneaky, Leo. One wrong move and—bam—down forever." With a sigh, I swept her into my arms before she could protest.

He ran to the fallen trees and immediately went in the middle of two trees, where he found a baby fire slime playing with some dry black branches. Usha's eyes turned into slits and he hissed at the orange blob. The baby slime flinched because it was caught by surprise, but it immediately ran away because it saw who it would be dealing with. It eas the small dangerous cat that killed its sibling. The fire slime hobbled to the end of the fallen trees and turned right.

Ronan instantly hoisted me up, carrying me several yards backwards as a large section of the floor violently collapsed into a cloud of thick, grey dust. When the dust finally began to settle, the elders cautiously stepped forward, peering into the massive, gaping crater in the middle of their sacred hall. It was not just a sinkhole. The collapsed floor had revealed a hidden, subterranean stone staircase leading deep into the dark, forgotten foundations of the estate. And from the absolute pitch-black depths of that hidden stairwell, a scent wafted up into the great hall. It was not the rotting pine of the rogues. It was the delicate, unmistakable scent of winter jasmine and sweet rain.

"Milo, don't scare me." I hurled a brick at the ceiling, and the plaster ceiling gave way after just one hit. A cloud of dust came raining down on my face. I reached inside and felt around, but all I felt was more dust. There was nothing up there. I slumped to the floor, surrounded by bricks and plaster chunks. I was trembling from head to toe. Julie crouched beside me, covering her mouth. Tears streamed through the gaps between her fingers. "Milo, where's the gold?"

He’d been so fucking stupid to let his jealousy get out of hand. “Nor am I letting her go now,” he vowed. “The trapdoor that leads out of the crawl space is right in front of me. It lowers from the ceiling. Do I just push down and the stairs lower?” “Should. But you’ll have to be very quiet. The wooden stairs will clatter on the hardwood floor if you don’t lower them slowly.” Alyssa screamed again, this time a clear, plaintive wail. “No! Don’t touch me!”