Omori Stairs Novels & Stories

"He is fine, he is coming." Avalors exhaled and shook his head and they continued their descent. The stairs were made in a spiral shape, each of the segments connected to a floor, so the moment a floor is passed you can glance down and see the other rows of stairs. Instinctively, just out of sheer curiosity, Melissa did and on the second floor, she could see a number of suited people rushing upwards. She stopped and the others stared back at her. "What?" Margaret asked. "They are here," she said, pointing downward.

Pregnancy is a delicate moment when you can't be wounded, can't get near to your lover, and can't endure cerebral stimulation. Carlo had the entire third floor of the staircase thickly carpeted and all the areas of the villa with right-angled edges fitted with anti-bump corners. The scene of her deliberate fall down the stairs was still engraved in his mind. He has had a deep fear of stairs ever since. In the days when Cynthia collapsed, he would see her in a vision standing at the top of the stairs, her body falling down.

The house was still silent as I slipped into the hall down the stairs, finally able to look at the house. It had the tallest ceiling I had ever seen, decorated by the most gorgeous crown moulding. Walking down the spiral staircase, I noticed another one to my right. They both led up to the second floor and met in the middle in an imperial staircase style. I held onto the wooden barrister and felt how smooth it was against my fingers. The mansion was immaculate with white sparkling marbles. I swallowed deeply. Everything was so large, large and expensive. Overwhelmed beyond relief, I considered going back to the room.

I yelled. "…Probably a few more hundred steps." She replied calmly. "Eh… we still have to walk another few more hundred…?" Persia heaved a sigh of exasperation. It's just as Kuroyuki described— there's only one narrow staircase that could barely fit two people side by side. "By the way… is it my problem or is this place getting darker…?" Persia asked. "Now that you mention it… It really is getting darker." August murmured.

The three companions hesitantly walked out of the dark hallway and into the bright orange glow. They found themselves in a colossal, high-ceilinged room. There was a domed roof overhead. The orange glow was emanating from a fire roaring in a huge stone fireplace to their left. To their right lay a marble staircase that split in two during its ascent, providing a flight of stairs to either side of the above floor. There was a balcony nestled between the two heads of the split staircase. Grandmother Alma stood on that balcony beckoning them forward. They climbed the staircase without hesitation. Cory felt strangely anxious as if she had somehow been waiting all her life for this moment. Althou

“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

They walk down a long set of stairs the smell of iron and mold fills Indigos nose making her want to throw up. "If at any point you want to leave you can" Dimitri says kissing Indigo an the temple. As they reach the bottom of the stairs a large platform comes into view. Indigo let's go of Dimitris hand and walks further onto the platform and looks down seeing the for some reason beautiful maze below her feet.

the bartender grinned. The bartender then went to serve other customers. Harlow and I exchanged glances, and I could only furrow my brow. ‘A not-so-secret mysterious door,’ Mythril whispered sarcastically. “Come,” Harlow said as he moved toward the door and opened it. The emergency stairs led only up and down. I could faintly hear noise coming from upstairs. We climbed the stairs, and the sound of commotion grew louder. “Are you sure this Mr. Moris can help me and protect me?” I asked, my breath starting to hitch.

Thing is, while the building did have six floors, they actually only extended from the wall to a quarter across the almost stadium size length of the space in a semicircle that held what looked like three sitting rooms, three receiving rooms, bedrooms too numerous to count, a giant study connected to four smaller studies, an in-house office, and other rooms that Megan couldn't identify their purpose. All the floors were connected to curved, hardwood-panel staircases at the edges. Well, all of them except for the last floor which housed the in-house office and was only accessible by a private elevator. Probably Ricardo's way of ensuring that his secret things remained secret, Megan thought an