Up the Stairs

It was a fifty fifty chance, and she had no way of knowing which direction the noises were coming from.

Making a split second decision she dashed for the stairs again, heading up onto the third floor, the forth.

As she reached the fourth landing she stopped again, freezing against the wall once more, looking around and listening carefully. There was still no sign of anyone nearby. Was she safe? Had they got off on another floor? Even worse, had they been heading down and found her skirt?