Under The Stairs Nook Novels & Stories

“I like it.” We partied for a while until Creek found us. “Your rooms are down here.” He pointed, “follow me.” He ordered. We waked down the stairs to the basement. There were a set of bunk beds in one corner, a small bathroom with a shower cubicle inside. 2 sets of drawers and that was all. The faint smell of blood and sweat still lingered in the air.

The door opened with a loud hiss, almost like people hardly went in. There was a staircase that led down right in front of them. There was a room underground? The stairs went on and on which made Halle realize that it wasn’t just underground, this was lower than any basement she’s ever seen. The stairway was narrow and cold, the lower they got, the chillier it became and Halle found herself rubbing her arms up and down as they walked. She felt Xavier’s stare, it made her self-conscious. Was there something on her face?

We finally made it to the kitchen but the creaking and the noises surrounding us was making me feel really uneasy. Jackson went into the pantry and he moved some stuff off the floor and he grabbed a secret hatch and he lifted it up and pointed the torch towards the stairs below, while I was standing there watching him in amazement. I had cooked in that kitchen so many times, but I never knew that there was a secret room under the kitchen. Jackson grabbed my hand again and he started walking down the stairs first and helped me down so that I wouldn't trip and then he turned on a gas burner at the bottom of the stairs and it lit up almost the whole room.

Then, I would take some food up to my room as well, because I found out I was hungry after waking up. I stopped in my tracks a few feet away from the ground. I saw them now—Sloan, Jane and Dice. They were underneath the stairs, obviously having a very serious conversation. Of course, I was nosy about this, because I knew there would probably be no other way to hear about this if I did not eavesdrop.

she said reassuringly. The next Morning, Alex's mind raced with curiosity and a hint of trepidation as he followed Nana to the stairway handrail. She twisted the knob, and with a soft click, the floor by the entrance opened up to reveal a hidden staircase leading down into the undergrounds. Alex glanced at Nana, who gave him an encouraging nod before they began their descent.

He didn’t comment, but Nirvana knew that his silence was indifferent and with Severin was a place she could speak without fear. They continued walking down the hall but instead of a dead end, Nirvana was met with a door beside a large stained-glass piece. He pushed open the door and what met them was a narrow stairwell that hinted at anything beneath. Nirvana paused, staring at everything in hesitation but he only looked at her with reassurance. “Trust me.” And started making his way down. Nirvana followed, half-curious and half-wary. The air grew cooler as they descended and the underground swallowed sound. The staircase ended in a narrow corridor lit by flickering wall sconces and the low

I breathe, peering down the dark stairwell, the end shaded enough that I can't see through it. Marek tests the first step with the weight of his foot, before progressing slowly downward. Zavian and Nakoa come to stand next to me, looking down warily, both clearly having seen this for the first time right now. Thankfully Marek finds a switch, illuminating the place with enough light that a door at the bottom of the stairs is visible. "Watch you're step, the wood is rotting in places," Marek warns as I make my way down, hand gliding over the dusty banister.

Get yourself together and close your legs, Leslie… With another quick bow, the man turns to leave, striding towards the other end of the basement. It's the first time I notice the beautifully polished wood stairs against the far wall, along with several other notable items in the brightening daylight. One item in particular catches my attention - a massive black, intricately carved curio cabinet tucked underneath the staircase. As if trying to hide the behemoth, formidable piece of furniture.

And the worst part is, I couldn’t ask Annika or anyone else about the whereabouts of her bastard mate. I looked at the staircase, thinking about how I’m going to go up there without anyone noticing—by anyone, I meant Annika. Keeping a close eye on her and as luck will have it, she was soon distracted by the servers so I took that opportunity to hurry up the stairs, making my way to the second floor. It was an unfortunate night to wear a heel because I have to be extra careful, not to slip and fall to my death down the stairs. Making it to the top, I cornered into the passage in time to see Alec twisting the door knob of his study.

The bare bulb at the bottom of the stairs flickered twice before settling into a sickly yellow glow. Leo descended slowly, each step creaking under his weight. The basement was a single room with a concrete floor and exposed pipes. Cardboard boxes lined the walls, most of them from the previous tenant, never opened. But in the center of the room, someone had placed a small folding table. On it, a single plate. A fork. A glass of red wine. And on the plate, arranged like a terrible centerpiece, was Whiskers.