Quotes About Wooden steps

Puffs of dust-scented air wafted around my ankles. The narrow wooden steps disappeared into yawning darkness, and even when I turned on the light, it wasn't particularly inviting. I hate basements—spiders and water bugs and the possibility of creepy, supernatural things lurking.

They'd reached St Thomas's and climbed the half-dozen wooden steps to the small veranda. Gamache