Floating Staircase

Floating Staircase

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by Ronald Malfi

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Following the success of his latest novel, Travis Glasgow and his wife Jodie buy their first house in the seemingly idyllic western Maryland town of Westlake. At first, everything is picture perfect—from the beautiful lake behind the house to the rebirth of the friendship between Travis and his brother, Adam, who lives nearby. Travis also begins to overcome…  See more details below


Following the success of his latest novel, Travis Glasgow and his wife Jodie buy their first house in the seemingly idyllic western Maryland town of Westlake. At first, everything is picture perfect—from the beautiful lake behind the house to the rebirth of the friendship between Travis and his brother, Adam, who lives nearby. Travis also begins to overcome the darkness of his childhood and the guilt he’s harbored since his younger brother’s death—a tragic drowning veiled in mystery that has plagued Travis since he was 13. Soon, though, the new house begins to lose its allure. Strange noises wake Travis at night, and his dreams are plagued by ghosts. Barely glimpsed shapes flit through the darkened hallways, but strangest of all is the bizarre set of wooden stairs that rises cryptically out of the lake behind the house. Travis becomes drawn to the structure, but the more he investigates, the more he uncovers the house’s violent and tragic past, and the more he learns that some secrets cannot be buried forever.

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Malfi (The Ascent) gives a few deft twists to the traditional haunted house theme with eerie, unpredictable, and exciting results. Horror writer Travis Glasgow and his wife, Jodie, have just moved into a house in Westlake, Md., when they discover that Elijah Dentman, the previous tenant's young son, died in a diving accident in the lake behind the house. Travis is still haunted by the similar death of his younger brother when he was a child, and he concludes that details of Elijah's demise have been covered up. Spurred by his sense of a ghostly presence in the house, Travis goes looking for the truth—and finds that it is uncannily different from what he expected. Malfi's lyrical prose and sensitive approach only heighten his tale's emotional impact, and the final turn of events is both surprising and expertly set up. (Oct.)
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"[Ronald Malfi] keeps you guessing at the answer all the way to the final chapter, while stringing along the argument for each option so that they all remain strong possibilities." —Chicago Center for Literature and Photography (March 1, 2011)

"Part classic haunting and part fast-paced thriller." Adrienne Jones, author, Brine

"Malfi's ability to successfully judge two parallel plots (slowly revealing Travis's brother's death as Travis learns more about Elijah's) while also capturing the complex nature of his protagonist's tumultuous relationship with his family, results in a thoughtful, multilayered tale." —Jessa Sobczuk, Rue Morgue (November 2011)

"Malfi's use of language and his power of description are sublime."  —Fear Zone

"Mixing elements of both horror and mystery, Malfi has put together a page-turner that, even when finished, leaves you wanting more. Powerful and chilling, Floating Staircase is one ghost story that horror fans should not miss. Highly recommended!" —Monster Librarian (March 2012)

"Malfi's lyrical prose and sensitive approach only heighten his tale's emotional impact, and the final turn of events is both surprising and expertly set up." —Publishers Weekly (August 1, 2011)

"Shamrock Alley (2009) was a fine crime thriller, The Ascent (2010) was a compelling story of self-redemption, and this is a clever, emotionally resonant foray into horror." —David Pitt, Booklist (August 2011)

"Floating Staircase deserves to stand alongside a Stephen King or a Dean Koontz—at their best. Floating Staircase is a mature horror yarn, but deep down it is also an exploration of obsessions and in particular the obsession it takes to be a writer." —A. J. Kirby, New York Journal of Books (September 2011)

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Floating Staircase

By Ronald Malfi

Medallion Press, Inc.

Copyright © 2011 Ronald Malfi
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ISBN: 978-1-60542-436-1

Chapter One

It has been said that nature does not know extinction. In effect, it knows only change: nothing ever truly disappears, for there is always something—some part, some particle, some formidable semblance—left behind. You can boil water into vapor, but it hasn't disappeared. Curiosity killed the cat, but condensation brought it back.

Therefore, such logic should enlighten us to the understanding that if something should happen to develop—should arrive, should become thus, should suddenly appear—then it has always been. Forms evolve and devolve but things always are. There exists no creation and, consequently, no destruction—there exists only transformation. It is a collision of electrons and positrons, this life: the transformation of matter to rays of light, of molecular currents, of water to vapor to water again.

When I was twenty-three, I wrote a novel called The Ocean Serene. It was about a young boy who, having survived a near drowning, has a door of repressed memories opened in his brain, but in truth it was really about my dead brother, Kyle.

I wrote it in the evenings at a small desk in my depressed one-bedroom apartment in the Washington, D.C. neighborhood of Georgetown (across the street from a smattering of university buildings and just a few blocks from where The Exorcist had been filmed many years before). A mug of coffee—black, no sugar—expelled ribbons of steam to one side of my word processor while an ashtray sprouting the flattened, yellowed elbows of cigarette butts sat on the other side. The central air did not always function properly, and I would occasionally crank open the bedroom windows to allow fresh air in. In fact, I remember opening the windows and smoking countless cigarettes and drinking cup after cup after cup of oily coffee more than the actual writing of the manuscript.

I wrote in a fog, in a haze ... as though a length of gauze had been gently draped over the undulating contours of my brain. After writing the first draft, it took the accumulation of a couple more years and some deep personal reflection before I could once again tackle the manuscript and assemble it into something honest. For whatever reason, I felt this nagging drive to write it as honest as I could. So I wrote the first draft, then tucked it away and busied my mind with other matters until, moons later, I felt I had attained some fraction of personal growth—both in my writing and in the way I interpreted and understood the world—to revisit it. While the story was undeniably an exercise in speculative fiction—a horror novel, in other words—it was as real to me as the memories I carried of my childhood. It was difficult to relive the past. Age brings with it a certain kryptonite that drains our faith like vampires, and reading the manuscript again almost destroyed me.

But I rewrote and finished it in a fever. It was done, and I couldn't help but feel relieved. It was tantamount to the spiritual and emotional exhaustion felt after my younger brother's death. I did not understand why such a thing had eluded me during the writing of the manuscript, but it struck me like a mallet to a gong after finally completing it. And I found I did not know how to feel about what I had just done.

Without combing through the manuscript for typos and inconsistencies, I sent it to the acquisitions editor of a small specialty press with whom I had maintained a formal yet consistent dialogue over the past several months. While I waited to hear from him, I began to doubt myself—not the book, just myself—and wondered if I'd done the right thing in writing the book. I couldn't tell if I'd commemorated the memory of my younger brother or if I'd cheapened it, ruined it, made it a circus accessible to anyone willing to pay the price of admission.

Weeks later, during an onslaught of rainy weather so violent and unrelenting it seemed the world was preparing to end, the editor informed me that the book had been accepted for publication. He had a few changes, but he said it was a good, strong story written in a good, strong, lucid voice. The book was slated for a hardcover release in the fall.

"One question," said the editor.


"Alexander Sharpe?" It was the nom de plume I'd used on the cover page of the manuscript. "Since when have you decided to use a pseudonym?"

Over the phone, I tried to sound as casual as possible. "Wanted to see if Mr. Sharpe would have better luck in the publishing department than I've had. I guess he does."

But that wasn't the truth.

I couldn't tell him that I needed to distance myself from it while at the same time I also needed to embrace it. It would make no sense. To me, it seemed a stranger was better prepared to introduce my dead brother's story to the world than I was. A nonexistent stranger at that. Because I was biased. Because I could not detach myself from it, and to not detach myself from it would be to corrupt the story's honesty into loathsome self-pity. And I would not allow that to happen.

Because all good books are honest books.

I celebrated with friends, who bought me shots of gasohol and tried to get me laid despite my recent (though undisclosed) intention to finally propose to my longtime girlfriend, Jodie Morgan, and then I celebrated alone with a full pack of cigarettes, a flask of Wild Turkey, and a stroll around Georgetown. Perhaps out of a need for affirmation, I found myself outside one of the neighborhood bars in D.C., punching numbers on a pay phone. It rang several times before my older brother, Adam, picked up.

"I think I just wrote a book about Kyle," I said, drunk, into the receiver.

"Well, it's about goddamn time, bud," Adam said, and I felt myself grow wings and lift off the pavement.

On occasion I found my mind sliding back to that late autumn when I sat and smoked and wrote about my younger brother's death. I remembered the change of seasons predicated by the changes of the leaves in the trees; the windswept, rain-soaked nights that smelled swampy and full of promise; the retinal fatigue suffered from hours of staring at the throbbing glow of my monitor. It was the only thing I'd ever written that caused me to suffer from sleepless exhaustion. I roved with the flair of a zombie through the streets late at night and subsisted in a state of near catatonia while at my day job as a copy editor for The Washington Post (making just enough money to stave off my landlord while maintaining a sufficient stockpile of ramen noodles and National Bohemian).

One evening found me dodging traffic on the corner of 14th and Constitution in downtown D.C., the solitary pedestrian caught in a freezing downpour, until I wound up drunk and with my teeth rattling like maracas in my skull at the foot of the Washington Monument. I proclaimed to the phallic structure, "I will eat you," a phrase that to this day still boggles the mind, whether spoken to a stone monument or otherwise. Then I saluted it and, pivoting on my heels, turned across the lawn toward 14th Street. The series of events that eventually returned me to my apartment that evening remain a question for the ages.

The book was my gift to Kyle, but the writing of it was my punishment; the hours spent curled over that word processor hammering out the story were my penance. Having never been a religious person—having no belief in God or any variation thereof—it was all I had. And in thinking back on that time, I was reminded of the exhaustion that accompanied every moment.

I was thirteen when Kyle died.

And it was my fault.


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Mermaidmay More than 1 year ago
This book was wonderful! It was full of suspense from beginning to end and kept you guessing as to what would happen next. Really good twist at the end, too! A must read!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book to me quite a while to finish. It was very slow moving for me. I continued reading because though it moved slowly, my curiosity was piqued. I thought too much time was spent in reverie about his brother. I feel some of the storyline was just to add length, not really necessary. The ending was ok, not a disappointment, but not great either. It was a little all over the place, but it did tie up all the loose ends which I can appreciate. I say if you're looking for a super scary horror etory, this is not it. If you're looking for a mystery I say give it a go, you might like it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well this started off as a good ghist story turned into a murder mystery and from there....I got lost.
Suspensemag More than 1 year ago
This is one of those rare books of which it can truly be said "I hated to put it down." As you start to read it, you are immediately taken by the author's opening up to you in his personal aside to the reader, by the baring of his soul and his innermost torments, and then you realize . . . wait a minute, this is the novel! While the jacket describes this book as a horror novel, it's not quite horror, yet it's more than that. A man who is living with guilt about having been the cause of his younger brother's death by drowning, moves into a house where another little boy used to live . . . a little boy who died by drowning. Does the second boy's ghost haunt the house and the lake where he died, or does our protagonist's brother's spirit still stick around? Or is our guy experiencing "Turn of the Screw" like madness brought on by guilt and obsession? The novel becomes a very realistic mystery story as our protagonist, seeking answers, tries to solve the mystery of the little boy's death and gets himself abused in the process. So what we have is a ghost story and a mystery, but mostly, a trip through a psyche racked with guilt and seeking redemption. The superior writing of his book lets you feel, smell, and taste the mental agonies our protagonist is putting himself through: is the house he and his wife moved into, the house where the little boy and his strange family lived, indeed haunted? Or is he being haunted by his own conscience? You'll have to think for a while after you put this book down, and we can guarantee you'll want to think about it. Sometimes stories like this are open-ended and unsatisfying, and one ends up almost resenting the author for not knowing what he or she wanted to do. No dissatisfaction with this book-an excellent read, especially when you're alone in the house on a winter's night and some of the creaks and crackling of the house sound awfully unfamiliar. Reviewed by Elliott Capon, author of "Prince of Horror" published by Suspense Publishing an imprint of Suspense Magazine
JJanuary More than 1 year ago
Nothing over the top scary. Just a good read. I think the way the ending comes together is the best part. Unexpected and sweet all at the same time.
DMiller1414 More than 1 year ago
Gripping, creepy, moving. You'll like this suspenseful horror story.
HunterShea More than 1 year ago
Floating Staircase is a rarity; a supernatural mystery crafted wonderfully with perfect prose and pacing. Following writer Travis Glasgow and his wife, Jodie, as they move into their first house, we discover that they are very far from alone in their new home. Something is reaching out to them, terrifying Travis (a man burdened by guilt from a childhood accident where he lost his younger brother to a terrible accident). Terror turns to obsession as he discovers the case of a missing boy that recently occurred in his house. The ghosts of the house and his own mind compel him to search for the truth, even if it means the end of his marriage and maybe, himself. Floating Staircase is fubulously creepy. Ronald Malfi could very well be the successor to the Peter Straub throne.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was impressed with this book since ive never heard of this author. It was a good book and suspenseful.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written but the ending makes the whole book seem like a waste of time.
entropyrulez More than 1 year ago
A wonderfully frightening story of obsession filled with ghostly terror. Proof that ghosts stories are still good.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very long to read. Had to force myself to finish. Skipped some of the boring parts. Dragged on about his little brother too much. Just alot of unessary pages.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was hook throughout the WHOLE book. Haunting. You're put in Travis's shoes and, truly, I feel for him. The whole time you felt what he was going through. I literally couldn't put the book down. The ending was perfect, one of the most well written, if not thhe BEST (ending). Perfect plot, conflict, characters. The characters come and go perfectly as needed, reappearing as well. I love it, simple as that
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just an easy little book. Nothing special, just an interesting mystery.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read. Kept me on the edge of my seat, and guessing until the end. Loved it!
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Great book I could not put it down..please write more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A really excellent, well-written suspense story.  Glad I found this author.
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Great book. There are two endings. If you're into books that make you think, buy this!
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