It's Not Me It's My Basement Novels & Stories

Redwood interrupted me. "I don't have a basement! I've been living here for almost a year, and there's no basement in my house!" Mr. Redwood confidently declared, his voice firm with certainty. "I'm sorry you didn't know about this, but you do have a basement," I replied, standing up. I moved his table aside, revealing a section of the floor covered by a seemingly ordinary rug. As I pulled back the rug, another rug was lying underneath it. It became clear that it was actually painted to look like wooden planks, blending seamlessly with the rest of the floor but it was dirty. Underneath was a trapdoor, dirty and old.

"And for your sake, I hope you didn't come with the police or anything that could tick him off." With that, he walked out of the nightclub. I carefully approached the door and when I pushed it open, there were wooden steps descending into the basement. The basement had old looking walls, a strong grey rock that provided the house a firm foundation. The floor was entirely cement and there was a bare bulb light with a pull string. Its small grimy windows had dead flies on the sill with spiders spinning webs in the corners.

But Nate hadn’t exactly let me get a word in edgewise to ask anything at all since we’d gotten in the car. Nate cut off mid-sentence to say, “Yeah, I think so. Sorry,” he added, turning to me. “The basement kind of sucks. But if he’s really gone nuts, we can’t have him upstairs. Kids come in and out, you know?” I did not, in fact, know. “Sure,” I said, and followed them through a large living area and down a hall. Nate opened a door, revealing a narrow set of stairs leading down into the impenetrable dark. Dark, a dead end, I could be trapped. Locked in there.

I whisper, hoping my warriors can hold them off on the first floor until I have a chance to get Emma into the saferoom. I’m so thankful that we’d built it. There’s a basement in this house, which is unusual for west coast human houses, I’ve been told, but apparently the person who built it came from the Midwest, where tornadoes and storms were a more immediate threat, and they’d installed a basement.

“I'm going to eat this in the basement. Alone.” The surprise on my mom's face almost made me laugh as I stomped down to the basement. I kicked the door open and dropped the apple pie and apples on the table. I angrily took off the mitt and threw it beside everything. My own mother thinks I have a wardrobe malfunction! My own mother! I looked around in the tiny room. There was an old brown couch resting in front of an old but still functioning TV and DVD player. Stacks of torn magazines, novels and newspapers had their final resting place on the right. A mini fridge stood lonely on the left.

Well, not me though. 'Liar.' Mia said, making me groan internally. 'Shut up.' I snapped back and thankfully she did. “Time to get to business, but I think you need a bath first. You stink.” “I do not.” I gritted, sniffing myself. Though, I silently agreed with him. It didn't help that the basement smelled of dried and rotten blood. I wonder about the amount of people who had lost their lives here. The thought made my body itch.

I must have made a noise, because John turned around. "Ezra?" Closing my eyes, I gripped the railing tightly as another wave of passed over me, and another. I tried to concentrate, just for a moment, to figure out where they were coming from. It rolled over me again, stronger than any of the previous ones. The basement. I slid down the few steps I'd made it up, because I didn't trust my legs to hold me up. "Ezra!" John followed me off the stairs and back towards the kitchen. "Down," I barely managed to get out. "The basement."

“It was fun to poke around here when we were little kids, but there’s not much to see, really.” “That’s only because no one’s ever gone into the basement,” Fitzy remarked. “Bet there’s some seriously cool shit down there. No one’s ever had the stones to check it out, though.” I glanced at the crumbling foundation and remarked, “That’s probably smart. Doesn’t look all that safe, honestly.” Fitzy snorted but I ignored him, figuring that the only way he’d ever venture into the basement would be if I went first. And thank God we didn’t go into the basement that day.

not alone in my boring house I bit my lip, looking around the basement. The boys were laughing about something Max said, a kid was spinning in a chair dangerously close to the stereo, and I… Well, I was trying to figure out how to text Sophie without it looking like I was hiding. ME: Wow lucky you. I wish I was somewhere else, no kidding I almost typed “I’m in a basement full of boys and weird energy drinks” but thought better of it. Max leaned over and whispered, “You okay?”

Then all of a sudden, my curiosity about the facility's basement comes to my mind again. I've never been curious about basements before, but now, I don't know what hit me and I just found myself in the elevator going down. The "BASEMENT" button has this mark that says it is for an authorized person only, but now, the button is in red light and indication that the button has just been pressed.