Speaking of the stairs, they were at the back of the house, right beside the door that led out into the swampy backyard. Handy wanted that door off fucking limits, so he piled some shit in front of it while making the stairs look as foreboding as possible by draping black and grey sheets over the railings. There were some faded pictures of ponies around the house. He gathered them up and put as many of them on the wall beside the stairs, facing the doors to the rest of the house so when ponies thought to use the back door, they’d see the really ominously blocked backdoor and the creepy ass stairs leading up. He gathered more of the ruined sheets he found about the house and wrapped them around the wooden handle of a rotten brush. He had an idea to use them in conjunction with those metal spheres in the shed Jacques had found.