Under The Stairs Nook Novels & Stories

Nicole wiggled her eyebrows, "Magic. Come." Daphne followed her into the dark corridor. When they crossed the threshold, the wall trembled and slid back into place. The staircase was well lit. Daphne looked up and saw some sort of opening from above that let in the moonlight. "The staircase is beneath the west tower. There is no way to get down here except through the door we just opened." They reached the bottom of the staircase and walked through the catacombs. Rather than feeling cold, they felt oddly warm.

There were wooden stairs to the left corner, couches and sitting chairs directly to the left filling up that side of the room. I glanced to the right and saw seating for meals and a double wide door on the back of the wall leading to the kitchen. My memories brought me to the stairs though, and the small area that was visible underneath them. The stairs went up, then turned halfway up and moved to the right the rest of the way into the second floor. Under the first, smallest part there was this empty space and I squatted down to get a better look at it. There were hinge marks on the opening but my heart ached as I saw burn marks on the interior.

I open the small door next to the liquor stockroom, just like Zara told me to, and all I find is a dark staircase. The old Lexi would never walk down those steps, but the woman I’ve become — and who’s been slowly losing her mind on nights when Nox is closed — just has to know what’s down there. The flashlight on my phone lights up each step across the spotless floor, and with every second, my curiosity climbs faster. One short flight of stairs that turns left — and then another door.

Didn't have to enjoy it, though… I hopped into my pants—I couldn't find my underwear—and grabbed my shoes and socks, determined to put them on outside of the bedroom and in the living room downstairs. Her apartment was one of those converted lofts, so the staircase was just a meandering long spiral that led up to a box of a bedroom. I took the stairs two at a time, light enough on my heels so I wouldn't jostle the delicate structure too noisily.

the unnamed woman reminds us. “Right,” I tell them while trying to compose myself. “I have something to say, I know how we can leave this place.” “You said that these stairs lead to the rooftop,” he asks me. “We are 2 floors underground so this building has 5 stories. If we aim to go to the rooftop, we have to go now,” the nervous girl tells us.

“ That's it, girl! Let's go before Noah disappears with the key.” She opens an old gate all rusty and starts a contest of which part of the building would be the most pitiful to be in. The stairs are veritable smokestacks, and wastebaskets must be out of this world for them to throw almost anything on the floor. Going up each step is a kind of race to reach some oxygen that exists only on the second floor thanks to two broken glass windows. “ The apartment I told you about is there. Mine is on the second floor. It is one of the biggest in the building and I share it with Noah.”

They may twist and turn and manipulate through loopholes that they have left in their wording but they don't just balatantly lie . " Check up on the little one . " Nadia tells Noah calmly as she continues preparing her pasta dish . She sprinkles a load of cheese on it and pops it in the oven . Noah , who seemed to be ignoring everything that was happening , gets up with a blank look and heads to the last door right at the end of the living room . He opens it and walks inside , the door was left open just ajar and I could clearly make out the scent of human blood . More than that , I could see a glimpse of a blood bag lying on the second step of the stairs .

“You sure about this?” Nico asked as they stepped out of the car. “I need to see him,” Noel said, clutching the sleeves of his hoodie. “If I don’t… I’ll go insane.” The neon-red glow of the sign above them pulsed against the black sky: UNDERWORLD. Nico led the way through the doors like he owned the place. Music throbbed, bass heavy, the scent of sweat, smoke, and sex saturating the air. They walked down the staircase, past the velvet ropes, straight toward the private wing…until Lucas appeared.

It would last me for two days at least, since there were only two cooked dishes. I turned on one of the scented candles, and looked down. There was a staircase going down into complete darkness, and I carefully went underneath. After placing the tray on the next stair, I replaced the floorboard, and covered it back. The only light was from the candle, which flickered as I moved. The stairs creaked, and were coated with dust. I doubted anyone had been there in years. I tried so hard not to make a sound, but it was hard, not with the weak stairs. The stairs kept going down, way too long, and finally, I arrived at the bottom and placed the tray on a little dusty shelf, making sure the food was

Except he was. The east stairwell was tucked behind the science wing, narrower than the main stairs, the kind of space that existed in schools purely as a pressure valve—somewhere to decompress between classes, to eat lunch if you didn't want to be seen, to exist without anyone requiring you to perform being fine. She used it sometimes for exactly that reason. Apparently so did he. She pushed open the door on the third floor landing and Noah was there.