The stairs didn't go down very far, and there was no door at the end of them.

Ahead they could see another flight of stairs going on up.

From a corner of the kitchen, back stairs went up to the second floor.

We were on the stairs going down, and the ground floor seemed to come rushing up to meet me.

He looked around, noted the stairs going up to the second floor, then walked down the main hall.

He was parking in front of the stairs going down into a station.

Though the stairs went no higher than eight stories, perhaps the elevator did.

Not far behind him, there was a landing where the stairs went down to the left.

Quietly, he walked to the door to the stairs going up, opened it, and went through.

When they came out to the hall again I opened the door to the narrow stairs going up, and held it for them.