Under Stairs Nook Novels & Stories

Fiona closed the door behind his brothers, giving them the hairy eyeball. "Upstairs sleeping as most people do at two in the morning." Dodging furniture, he strode into an adjoining room that looked like a circular solarium. Glass walls and padded bench seating had it set up like a reading nook. Bypassing it, he rushed into another and found a dark polished winding staircase with a burgundy runner. "What are you doing here, Meath?" Fiona flicked her glance at his brothers, who trailed after him like lost puppies. "And Meath accessories? It's the middle of the night."

"When everything is finished, I'll invite you to my place for coffee. But for now, you'll be staying here—" Al pulled back the rubber carpet covering the floor beneath the stairs, revealing a door disguised as a floor beneath the carpet. He pressed a floor, and it slid apart along with the other two, revealing a large, dark hole below. Al took the remote control from his pocket and pressed the green button. The room on that floor suddenly brightened, and a metal staircase led out from the other side. "Come on, come down," Al said. He handed Adrian the remote control. "Hold this for when you go up. There's a manual in the nightstand to show you how to use all these buttons."

The stairs went up to three more rooms and a washroom under the sloping roof above. The land sloped down towards the back of the creek, so there was a basement underneath that was mostly above ground in the back. Abegail did a double take when Wally took her down to the cellar, as a stream offshoot from Water Creek ran right through the middle of the basement. "What?" Abegail exclaimed.

Nerves having themselves a rollercoaster ride through my body as I shift from hot to cold, calm to uptight, every few seconds. The carpeted stair has glass bannisters between the wrought-iron railing and just adds to the airy feel of space and luxury as we disappear to a second floor into more of the same neutrals and plush cream carpeting. No polished floors in sight up here. The lower floor from what I can see is mainly all lounging space and kitchen, the sectioned off security rooms at one end but there’s a hint of a room at the far end where a door is camouflaged in the brick wall. It looks like the apartment should end there, but as we climb upstairs, I realise the apartment must extend

“Ah, who is it?” “It's me, Miss,” Iridessa's voice floated over. “I came to tell you that lunch is ready.” “Thanks, but I'm not hungry. You can cover it up for later.” “Okay, Miss.” I waited for her footfalls to recede down the stairs before exiting the room carefully. My cue was the cameras, hidden panels, secret buttons which could lead to a secret tunnel or an entrance passageway. I had no doubts that there was an underground chamber somewhere. I clutched my bag, which contained the stakes I'd prepared specially for this occasion, as I sifted through the rooms soundlessly.

"Your age? Mom, you're not old." She pets my head as I pass her. "Aren't you just my favorite thing ever? Thanks, Babe. Careful on the last step — remember it's shorter than the others." I squat and lift the unsealed box, opening one of the cardboard flaps and peeking inside; some of the stuff is gone, some is still there. Mom turns her back and starts trimming the laminated pictures, so I take the box into the short hallway off the Society's back room where there's a hole in the floor for a questionably old staircase. The stairs lead underneath the building, into its basement. There aren't any windows on this side of the basement, but there's a switch for a singular lightbulb fastened to th

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. As we wander down the corridor, we start exploring each door. The first one reveals a spacious bathroom, cleverly designed to split into separate male and female sides, both luxurious and practical. Continuing along, the next door on the left opens to an entertainment room—an expansive space that boasts a vibrant gaming area filled with the latest consoles and a cozy movie theater nook outfitted with plush seating and a large screen. Adjacent to this, another smaller bathroom offers convenience for guests.

Nothing elaborate, just enough space for flowers, potted plants, or a small sitting bench. “Oh, this is nice,” I admitted quietly. Nora smiled immediately, clearly encouraged. “A lot of tenants love this part.” “I can see why.” The little garden actually felt peaceful. Unfortunately, peace wasn’t the same thing as private. We headed upstairs afterward. The staircase was narrow but manageable, and upstairs were two bedrooms facing opposite sides of the hall. The master bedroom had a modest walk-in closet and attached bathroom, while the second room was slightly smaller but still comfortable enough. Everything looked… decent.

Cortana, the woman who owns Jinx, wife of this branch’s mafia leader Jenson Santino, spent close to two million expanding and renovating the basement to be able to include werewolves in their weekly fights. We take the employee’s staircase, which is secluded and much narrower than the main entrance and find ourselves nearly twenty feet below ground. The ceiling is rather high, carved to look like some kind of tomb. There are arches cut within the stone, crafted into every doorway. Clusters of skulls and bits of bone protrude from the wall in random places. The newcomers stop and ogle at them, often running their hands over the skulls and snickering to their friends, curious if they’re real.

Kelsa realized that the doctor's plan was feasible but extremely difficult to execute. How were they going to hide two life babies from two scary bodybuild guards without them making a sound? Actually, this basement did not have a window. It was specifically designed with only one way to exit. The door. What could they do? "Yes! I know what to do!" Doctor Brown said excitedly as he thought of a plan immediately. He used gauze to cover the mouth of the little ones and used plaster to shut them up. After that, he hid them behind the door in an orderly manner.