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Piling on top of my already paranoid brain is now illusions of getting stuck in an elevator. Turning on my heel, I head to the stairs. It’s just one floor. But the stairwell is quiet and dank and slightly creepy when you’re faced with it alone in the dead of night. The slam of the door shutting behind me echoes throughout the well. It shutters through my entire body. “I’m just freaking myself out,” I groan as I begin to climb the steps.

Rabiya backed down and began walking downstairs where her partner Janvic was waiting. I just stared at my partner Philip as he stood still in front of the Section one Freshmen classroom. “What” I asked as I noticed him seemingly frozen on his spot. “Uhm, nothing,” he answered. “Perhaps we should walk faster so we can reach the fourteenth floor in no time,” he even suggested, although I knew that he knew that it will not be that easy. Climbing up to the fourteenth floor (or any floor higher than it) is the worst thing you would ever ask for. Knowing that there were no usable elevators and you had no choice but to take the stairs instead, this is going to be as tiring as hell. You would liter

That hasn't changed because of the separation. I walk under the steps to her front door and knock. I don't like that they're on the bottom floor. It feels like a safety hazard to me. After expressing my displeasure to Mari, she reminded me that having to get three small children up and down stairs wasn't a daily struggle she wanted to have. She also reminded me that none of it was my decision anymore. My opinion didn't count. That was a hard pill to swallow.

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.

As I climbed the stairs, my steps felt heavy, and I could feel a dull ache deep within my chest. The staircase was curved, with a wrought-iron railing running alongside it. I had always loved this part of the house; it made me feel as though I am ascending to a grand palace. But today, everything felt different. The stairs felt longer, and the railing seemed like an anchor weighing me down.

The overhead fluorescent lights flickered erratically, casting long shadows across the stained carpet and the overflowing metal mailboxes. "The elevator has been broken for six months, so we have to take the stairs up to the fourth floor," I mumbled while pointing toward the dark stairwell at the end of the hall. "Lead the way, and take your time," Max instructed while placing his hand gently on the small of my back to guide me forward. We started climbing the concrete steps, and our footsteps echoed loudly in the enclosed space. My thighs burned slightly from the exertion, but I felt incredibly safe knowing Max was walking right behind me to catch me if I stumbled.

The first elder said as he released the protective formation. Let's go! All the young men and women ran towards the stairs, when some of them thought that the stairs were just an easy test, only when they took the first step did they feel an extremely heavy pressure. The pressure pressed down on them making it difficult to move, even the energy in their bodies could not be used there. Long Chen walked leisurely up the stairs without looking tired or struggling. He noticed that some of the young men and women who were unable to climb would stop or faint on the stairs due to the strong pressure.

"I can manage a flight of stairs." "That's fair," I said. I kept my arm around her as we moved toward the stairs. Her steps were unsteady at first, her legs stiff and reluctant after days without proper movement. But with every step, she found more of herself. More control. More steadiness. Behind us, Adrian lay motionless on the basement floor. I glanced back once, checking he hadn't moved. He hadn't. The stairs were the worst part. Each one creaked under our combined weight, the sound impossibly loud in the silence of the house. I went first, one arm back to help Sheila, both of us moving as slowly as we dared. Too slow felt dangerous. Too fast felt reckless.

How could she not have heard anything? Cedric carried her to the stairs and started climbing. “There’s another working elevator. You don’t have to climb the stairs.” They’re on the fourth floor and she stayed on the sixteenth floor. That was twelve floors above them. “They should really change to a new set of elevators. It’s safer to use the stairs now.” Maia was stunned at that. What he said was true, but it would also mean that he would have to climb up twelve floors! “Well. You can put me down so I can walk by myself.”

I take a deep breath; there's no other way to get upstairs unless I take the stairs. Wooh! I brace myself for a long climb upstairs. Why am I in a fourth-floor room? I walked towards the stairs so that I wouldn't be late. I came to a halt before taking the first step. I tapped my chest, assuring it that everything was fine. Before climbing, I took a deep breath. This is exactly what I don't want. Because the elevator was broken, I had no choice but to take the stairs. I was still breathing quickly. When it's like this, my heart is so weak that I feel like I'm running out of oxygen.