Omori Stairs Novels & Stories

So now , they were biding each other farewell just because they were going to their rooms" !?? Emily thought amused Thank God that their rooms is just beside each other She walked to the balcony to admire the view from there. The place could sure be used for a therapy. The environment was nature friendly. The golden rays of the sunlight streaming in on the tall leaves and the dense shrubs emphasizing on it's green color She took the stairs which was in turn another set of wonders to her . It was built not like the other normal stairs . The curvy structure of the stairs and the marbled floor that led to the garden was everything if not impressive. It was made to look like a ring .

It was because Orange Ivy was leading the way that they found the wall on their first attempt. An entire section of the wall creaked and caved in when the slightly darker brick was pushed. That section of the wall slowly moved backwards, and slid to the side to reveal a long staircase that led deeper into the foundations of the mansion. Vital Orange held out the lamp he had prepared and handed it over to Orange Ivy. The Fox lighted the lamp and then proceeded to go down the cascading steps.

"Should I?" He took a deep breath and slowly started to climb down the stairs. The metallic stairs, created a bit of noise from Troy's shoes but nevertheless he risked going downstairs. As he moved to the first floor, he noticed another similar lobby area, which was way more larger than the upper lobby area.

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.

Fourteen steps to the stairwell door. She knew this corridor. She'd counted everything on day one. Fourteen steps was the third tier. Fourteen steps was someone who shouldn't be in this part of the building at this hour. Fourteen steps was the building showing her something she wasn't supposed to see. Or showing her something deliberately.

David told her. "Thank you." She smiled to him before turning & heading in the direction that the wall indicated. She walked past 2 lounges & into an open lounge that sat at the bottom of another grand staircase. They walked up the stairs & continued to follow the directions on the walls. When they reached the 4th floor staircase she couldn't help but notice the differences. The first 2 staircases were large, open, & showy, but this staircase was not only smaller, it was secluded & private.

“I'll choose this." Despite having a long list of apartments to view, Akiko made her decision after visiting only two locations. Kyoko had gotten the data from one of her friends who worked in Shingi Fusaya’s marketing department. “Are you sure? This is really high up.” Kyoko looked skeptically at the stairs in front of the apartment building. The stairs were made of iron, but that didn’t guarantee their sturdiness. The available apartment was on the top floor—the third floor. Akiko would have to go up and down those stairs every day. It could be dangerous if the stairs weren’t in excellent condition.

He slowly climbed back up the stairs and he froze as the stair creaked loudly. Javier's eyes darted in the direction of the stairs, but he couldn't see Lorenzo because of the wall. Lorenzo quickly ran up the last step and walked away. "You two." Javier pointed at two of his men and he pointed at the stairs. The two of them nodded and they quickly ran past me, going up the stairs. The two of them climbed up at the same time and all of a sudden, a step gave way beneath them and while one of them managed to jump to the next step, the other one fell to the ground with a wooden plank impaling his abdomen.

The liquid has long-since dried: a puddled stain, cracked in the centre, curling and peeling at the edges. We try to climb the stairs quietly, but it's not easy. The steps are standard, back-of-store issue: aluminium-edged, laid with vinyl, and with a curved dark edge into the corners that says someone mopped over them in that perfunctory way that first makes mud of the dirt, then wipes it around without any risk of actually removing it.

The kind of stairs meant to make an entrance, to be seen ascending like royalty. Carmina stopped at the bottom step. "The steps," she said flatly. She pointed with her cane to a metal bucket sitting on the floor, filled with soapy water that had gone cold and gray. Beside it was a small stiff-bristled brush, the kind used for scrubbing grout. "They are stained. Mud. Dirt. The filth men track in." Her mouth twisted. "Clean them." I looked up at the staircase. There had to be at least forty steps, maybe more, winding up and around to the landing above.