The door led to a corridor then to a set of stairs. ... As the house was not well lit I felt my way down the side of the wall. ... I put all my attention on trying to get down the stairs. ... I had busted my lip on one of the stairs. ... Thinking about that it, it was like the whole house hadn't been used in a long time. ...
My grandfather's house in Grantsville, Utah. ... The vines that grow up the sides of these houses are clinging on for their survival. ... The house is covered with weathered, light brown bricks all the way around. There is a stairway consisting of three stairs leading to the white painted door with a rusty name tag reading "Wilder.... Walking into the house, cold air hits like a ton of bricks. ...
During the summer vacation of my 9th grade, I was spending time with my grandparents at their house in Moga, Punjab. ... As I rushed down the stairs, I could feel the knots in my stomach tighten. ... My parents wouldn't be able to reach my grandparent's house in time and my grandmother was succumbing to her fears. In our part of town, no doctor makes house call. ... First I called a cab to the house. ...
My fondest childhood memory out of many would probably be Christmas eve night at my Aunt Vicky's house. She lived on a quiet street in Wall, and surrounding her house were several others that resembled hers. ... Through the eyes of a child, her house looked like a mansion. ... She had the stairs that have two sides on them and when you got upstairs, you could overlook the foyer, or the living room. ... Underneath the tree lay countless amounts of presents for everyone in the house that night. ...
