It's Not Me It's My Basement Mga Nobela at Kwento

If only he had an idea about who he was dealing with, then he wouldn’t have decided to go ahead on this cold war with me. Because in the end, he was doomed to fail. Averting my gaze from him, I placed a call through Aiden. “Are you ready, cousin? Have you found out about anything?” Aiden’s voice came from the other line. “With the secret cameras set over the place, I haven’t discovered anything yet. However, there is something off, I can see some women trooping into the basement. They look more like stylists” “There is a basement?!!” I sounded alarmed.

Envisioning myself at the stairwell that leads to the basement, I appear there, taking the ball of light with me. “Cool,” I say to myself, looking up at the glowing magical energy. It bobs along overhead as I go down the cement steps. “Eliza?” Something scuffles over the ground, echoing through the empty basement. I was drunk the last time I was down here and didn’t exactly take the time to look around. The stairs empty into a large room that’s used mostly for storage. At the opposite side is a single door, deadbolted and padlocked shut. “Bingo.”

I rush to it, trying to open it anyway, pushing with both palms and then slamming my shoulder into it, but it doesn’t budge. There’s a small rectangular slat at head height, and I pry and shove, but I can’t open it. I’m in a basement. Black mold creeps up the walls from rotting baseboards. The room is fairly big, as large as the supply shed, but there’s only one high glass-block window. Although it’s thick with dust, it lets in some light. It’s morning. How long was I out? Where’s Clay? My panic swells, and I grab for the bond and pull and pull. I know he’s there. I can feel him, his fury and anxiety, but I can’t tell if he’s close or if he feels me.

My father stammered, “Well… The… The basement collapsed, and the records were all destroyed…” “The basement?” The chief was confused. “Isn’t the awakening supposed to be held at the Moonlight Plaza?” My mother scrambled for words to explain, “There were too many people that night. The space was limited, so we… had her wait in the basement instead…” Another arbiter gasped in shock. “Wait, are you saying that you kept her in the basement on the night of her awakening?” “No, no!” My father cut in quickly. “She was being difficult, refusing to cooperate, so we were afraid she’d ruin her sister’s awakening ritual.”

They were already waiting for me in the basement. “Does anyone have any idea on how we can sort out this issue?”

Chase said, trying to act innocent and indifferent. “Take a look at this,” I started. “That basement has no idea about me until we went there for charity. Even Hace didn’t know me, and before that charity, there had never been any charity done by the basement to anyone, so how did they just pick me out of the blue to pay for my rent and groceries?” I asked after analyzing it. Again, the more I talked about it, the clearer things seemed to be getting. Chase swallowed. “Chase, you own the basement, don’t you?” I asked him deeply.

Uncle snarls to someone I don’t see, and panic spreads. There’s no meeting room in our basement. No colorful rugs or chairs or even a window. The only thing in our basement are rats, cold, and mold. It’s a grave. It’s also the place I spent more time as a rebellious teenager than I spent anywhere else. So, it comes as no surprise that the thought of being flung back in there is enough to leave me bathed in a cold sweat. I can’t go back there.

"Could you show us where your basement is?" --

he asked, after typing away for a couple of seconds and pocketing his phone again. “Through here,” I replied, opening the door to the basement. Which, of course, was pitch black and the perfect place for an ambush. I let out a small whine. Why did houses have to have basements and attics? As a rule, I think all basements and attics should be banned! It was always there all the really fucked up stuff that went down…

Alice and I stated at the same time. “Basement?” Alice asked with her eyebrow raised. “Basement.” I nodded as we walked over to the elevator. The basement was a private area of the house for the family, but only occupied by Alice and I. It was our lady version of a man cave. Full bar, pool table, couch, projector, game consoles, indoor jacuzzi, everything you could ever want or need to relax and have fun. It was off limits to everyone, so we loved going there to unwind. We entered the sleek elevator and pressed the emergency service button. It was actually a hidden button for the basement, we figured that no one would ever press the emergency services button in a Mafia house. “So how do you