Omori Staircase Novels & Stories

He answers. A few hours later we're walking through the hallway when a strong wall of energy hits us both, jolting us a few steps back. The energy vibrates stronger when we both go to the left than to the right. We follow the humming energy to find something round and glittering under the staircase—the metallic orb. "How did it get here?" After the question leaves my mouth, I notice the black stains on the staircase and surrounding things. It was brought here on purpose. "I don't know. It's not supposed to be here." Morien places his hands on my waist, pushing me backwards. He glances around. "I can't sense any footprints or presence around."

“One would have to use the Heavenly Stairs if they want to get up that building. But the stairs are dangerous, and Eustace could only go up thirteen steps. If anyone forces their way up any further, that would be asking for torture.” Gilbert asked, “How many steps are there?” Lorelei replied. “Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!” Everyone fell silent. It was just too horrific. ‘The seed could only ascend thirteen steps, but it has nearly ten thousand. Could anyone from this world actually up that place?’ However, Jade seemed like she wanted to try. Her expressions said it all. “First, help me set up the formations! Then we can go take a look at those stairs!” Alex took out tens of th

I followed her past the hallways as we took a turn and was faced with what I called a grand staircase. The steps were ornatively carved, red sheets spreaded leading in to another floor, it had a spiral 's' design leading up to the next floor. "Getting around the pack can be a bit of an hassle counting the numbers of floors it has" Madeline chided, her words soft and entertaining.

they said. Day two was the upper floor. The stair was a feature Indigo spent forty minutes on before touching the camera. It rose through a slot in the floor of the upper level, no railing, the width calculated to be exactly one person wide. “Why no railing?” they said. “I wanted the ascent to be deliberate,” Clement said. “You have to pay attention on this stair. You can’t drift up it.” Indigo looked at the stair. “You built in attention,” they said.

She took me to look in there, with her. I lifted my head, I couldn't believe this crazy thing. "Yeah, you're right." I look at Mizu, and I smile at her, because her idea has worked. "Why is there a ladder here?" "Because the stairs are to reach the water tank on the rooftop. More specifically, on the 6th floor." Mizu said, explaining. "I didn't imagine there was a staircase behind this stage." said Adnan behind us. "I saw that too when I walked in here." I added.

What he could see at the end of it? The two stepped down on the wooden banister, an open newel staircase where steps were 19 in total. The riser height was 45 degrees and there was a landing at 180 degrees. It was nearly steep because the tread was slippery. Although, it could not be noticed easily from the type of shoes the servers usually wore when they were out of service. The eight inch feet of Ryuu reached the first floor. The dark wood floor had done great care daily.

Well, now and then he had made markings, but only in very confusing places. After a long while - the sun was now below the horizon - he came to a narrow spiral staircase made of stone, which wound steeply up in a musty alcove. Carefully he put his weight on the steps, because they looked so fragile and old that the next breeze could cause them to collapse. It crunched softly with every step, but she withstood the strain.

Florescent lights that hung from the pale white ceiling buzzed incessantly like a swarm of irritated bees, and it was heightened anytime Harold walked directly beneath them, still with his bag hanging from his shoulder. Five minutes. As he got closer to the end of the corridor, he noticed an unusually dim staircase that spiralled upwards onto another floor. There seemed to be something mysterious yet beguiling about the stairs. Something he couldn't figure out. Harold Girard walked slowly, like an hypnotized individual towards it. He couldn't tell if the magic which he'd heard originated from the witches–and wizards, was what was luring him to the stairs. He knew nothing about magic, and vam

I can not help but cower as I am intimidated by the cold and dark demeanor of this place. “Come…” he gently takes my hand in his own. He pulls me softly towards the staircase. My eyes latch onto this structure – it’s steps are perfectly smooth , it’s banister perfectly created with beautiful flower patterns carved in to it. It is a dark brown colour , the only structure that brings me some peace and comfort ; however the carvings are outlines with white. As we make our way up the steps , I can not help but let my fingers graze the banister – smooth as I excepted.

"Exactly. The main staircase is huge, spanning at least ten feet in width. Scrolled handrails on either side. It opens up onto an observation area. Very lordly, if you ask me." "What kind of warehouse are we in?" I asked. "I have no idea. It's nothing like their penthouse. It's not decked out or anything. The staircase just seems too grand for the place. Which is probably why Ferria chose this one. Delusions of grandeur, that one." She sighed. "This is the last stair. Careful now. Okay, we're going to the left." She tugged on my arm as if I was an imbecile.