Omori Stairs Novels & Stories

The rustic wooden banisters, artfully carved, lead us up the sweeping staircase that beckons to the upper floors. The overall design of the house blends traditional Victorian aesthetics with modern touches, showcasing intricate moldings and high ceilings adorned with tasteful crown details. On the left side of the main floor, a stunning wooden staircase spirals to the second story, while to the right, a long, inviting hallway unfolds before us.

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."

I turn back and descend the stairs. I manage to cross two floors without interacting with any danger but just as I turn for the last floor I stop. I peek around the stairs and see 2 guards of the enemy hiding. Their ill intentions are clear, they are hiding by the stairs and shooting at the Moretti guards. The rod in my hand feels heavy, I tighten my grip on it, with hush steps I walk behind them.

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.

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.

I hadn't seen the need to change into something other than that because I'd assumed that it was still early and the house was evidently still at sleep. I wasn't wrong for that assumption, so I thought. Stepping out of the room, I was hit by such an alarming wave if serenity, there was nobody in sight, not even a maid from the previous night. Walking down the stairs, with the help of the navigator my supposed “nightmare” had provided, it felt as though I was an infinitesimally minute entity in such a human-swallowing palatial. I hadn't noticed the previous night, but the house was finished interiorly with a bougie classic taste. The stairs, snaked in a curve that rolled down towards the below

I was not expecting us to be in the same environment so I was hoping he would tell me why or answer me but he did not. Instead, he gave this half smile, something like a smug or a smirk or whatever it was being called. He did not let go of my hand as we mounted the stairs, that felt bizarrely cold beneath my feet; like it was made of ice or some frosty stuff. The stairways looked very scary because of its narrowness. Besides it even looked like a twisted ladder. There was a floor beneath the stairway that seemed deep, hard and far. There was just a stairway, constructed on its own with no pillars by the sides, as though it were a stairway leading to heaven. I could not even imagine falling f

Ornate, slender columns and cream-colored walls supported the high ceilings. Opposite the large portal, an imposing flight of stairs led up to the first floor. The railings were shaped like the waning and waxing moon. With their two backs turned towards each other, they narrowed the stairs in the middle so that they got a graceful waist, while the steps above and below were wide and expansive. Cat paused directly under a chandelier made of thousands and thousands of delicate crystals and stared up.

The line of maids ended and then the men were seen facing each other, they must have been the butlers. It took us a few minutes to find the first case of the stairs. I looked up and could hardly breathe at what I saw, a golden staircase whose handles on the sides were made of bronze and silver. “Am I in heaven?” I asked in my mind. It's really true that the interior set up of Mister Suarez's mansion is like heaven. My mind was interrupted when I heard loud footsteps coming from above. A few moments later I saw his legs hidden inside a black slacks. My gaze rose and stopped between her thighs.