Omori Stairs Novels & Stories

Andrea answered the woman smiled. “Okay, this way please” Andrea was surprised she was led to the same stairs Oliver had taken. There were two sides of the big vast mansion and there were two different stairs that led to different sides of the house. While Owen had taken the right stairs, Oliver had taken the second and to her dismay, she was also led to the second stairs and then to a long corridor, then a hallway, it took her another long walk before they finally arrived at her supposed room. Andrea heaved a heavy sigh of relief after they finally got to the door to her room.

And she says they took the back staircase out. "The back? That's number three stairwell then. It's this way." He leads me through the plush 'client end' of the tearoom and through to the rear. Thick carpet is replaced with bare concrete, and chandeliers with fluorescent strips. One strobes over us as we descend. "I'll get Maintenance on that tomorrow."

Charlene lives here too! The girl said the door is never locked from this staircase, and I took it as an invitation to just go right in. I turn the knob of the door, and it opens! As I walked in, I was stunned by the design. I’m in another hallway that’s white from top to bottom. The white walls have mirrors mounted to them in various shapes, sizes, and positions on the wall. The floors are a matte-finished white ceramic tile. There are three doors to my left and an open area to my right. There looks like additional doors in another hallway just beyond the open space. I go right and find the open space opens to a large living room, kitchen, and dining room in one.

She gulped slightly at the dangerous material the long stairs case was made of, but she could see the ending surrounded by grass and beautiful orchids made to look like wild flowers. "Wait! Miss Alexis! Please those stairs are made for dwarfs and not humans so you might fall!" Angela called behind her, but it was too late. Alexis already realised the steps were much too small for her and sat on the smooth top of the railing. She shut her eyes and pushed herself down.

In the center of the crack, a staircase slowly appeared in front of everyone. As the surrounding sand and stones fell, the ancestral temple returned to its original appearance. In the middle of the ancestral temple, there was a two-meter-wide and bottomless staircase that extended all the way to the depths of the ground. "F*ck, there is underground staircase? I see. No wonder this house is so shabby. I think it must have become like this by opening this staircase and shake it up, right?" Saber Twelve said, still shocked.

. Why don't you come down and join them." The old man said again. He let go of one of Gran's arms to point to a stair case that Amaris had not paid attention to before. Amaris took another look around at the people below. She saw so many expectant and worried faces below her. Amaris also noticed that the guards had shifted so that they were all around the group on the floor in a tighter formation. Amaris tuned and walked to the head of the stairs. Again, they were white marble with a red carpet running down the center. It looked more industrial rather than imperial in this case. It did not go with the opulent surroundings. The hand rail to the staircase was also carved marble and

“I don’t know about that, but you may just have hit a jackpot.” They’ve been quiet afterward. Zheira kept her silence as well, her brows furrowing. Her curiosity’s taking over, and it’s making her nuts. Though she didn’t get what they’re talking about, they did emit such a dominant fear that she could feel it even from where she stood. Shaking her head, she turned to the front desk and was surprised to see Celestine standing beside her. “Let’s go, Ma’am?” Celestine pointed at the ancient-looking stairs. It was made out of wood and has been painted in deep orange. The staircases were covered with oceanic blue floor mats that looked to Zheira as a red carpet.

Two Weeks Later The Ravens, guided by Max, walked up the Grand Staircase up to the de Jardin High Palace. There were exactly 100 steps all the way to the top, with every step etched with the names of prominent de Jardins throughout history. The Staircase itself was almost as wide as it was tall, which allowed for clusters of people to go up and down comfortably. That was even despite the small crowds gathered here and there. Most were chatting or gossiping or compromising or arguing amongst themselves.

It’s quite quaint really, if you ignore the surroundings. The thing that makes my heart sputter to a stop is the rickety wooden stairs which look like they are barely holding onto the natural, sloping, rocky face of the island. Surely they aren’t safe. They don’t look like they could support me, let alone the hulking men in this bucket. “It’s safer than it looks baby. I promise. We built those stairs ourselves and they have stood up to everything mother nature has thrown at them.” Phoenix whispers in my ear as Amarragh expertly manoeuvres the boat until it’s perfectly parallel with the stairs of death .

Concrete steps lead downwards. ‘I didn’t know this place had a basement,’ he mouthed to Miller. ‘It’s got that and more,’ Miller mouthed back, and stepped onto the stairway. Elmo reluctantly followed when the old man was lost to view. The stairs gave way to a long corridor with stark white, featureless walls. Every ten or so metres there were doors with plastic pull-handles that added to the clinical landscape. ‘Building more than a scout hut, this lot were,’ Miller breathed.