Novel & Cerita It's Not Me It's My Basement

So my night consisted of watching Victoria and Blake dry hump and sloppily make out the entire party. “I need a drink.” Alice and I said 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

I'll let them prove it themselves. Turning and walking over to the furthest shelving unit, I move a bottle of bleach over and press the spot where the corner of the shelf meets the wall, and the wall swings open slowly. Soft lighting lines the steps downward, and I lead the others to the bottom. There are two floors to the basement. This one is just an ordinary basement, in case we're ever invaded by the Feds. I may have a few in my pockets, but not the whole department.

I groaned, the word scraping past my dry lips. My head throbbed, with new headache. A dull, insistent ache that sat behind my eyes and made it hard to focus. I blinked, trying to make sense of the shadows around me. Low dim golden light filtered from somewhere above, casting long shapes across the floor, boxes stacked in corners and plastic bags filled with God knows what. A network of cobwebs stretched across the ceiling, catching the light like fractured veins. A basement!!?, I was in a basement. Why the fuck was I in a basement?

Jordan tentatively asked, "Dad, do you still remember how you ended up in the hospital?" Matteo humphed, "Isn't it because you two are biased and treat Zoey badly?" At this moment, I saw Jordan and Daria both seem to breathe a sigh of relief. Matteo looked at me, "Zoey, what did you just say about the basement? What's that about?" I said straightforwardly, "There is a basement under the dining table in the Harmon's villa dining room, are you aware of this?" Matteo frowned, "Basement? I can't remember."

“Lower levels. Don’t let him know.” I never asked what it opened. Figured I’d never need to. Tonight I need to. I pad to the private elevator, the one he never lets me use alone slide the key into the slot below the buttons. It clicks. The panel lights up with floors I’ve never seen. Basement 1. Basement 2. Sub-basement. I hit the lowest one. Doors close silent. Stomach drops as we descend. It opens to a hallway. Dim red emergency lights. Cold concrete under my feet. Doors line both sides. Metal. No windows.

"Come with me, and I'll show it to you." Izayah led Esme to a location in the home that she had never explored before. It appeared to be an identical or very comparable basement to the one at Jeremy's home. "Here we are." "What kind of a place is this?" As they continued to make their way deeper into the basement, Esme voiced her question. This place, which is both familiar and strange, evokes unpleasant recollections. "You can think of it as a dark and detention center if that helps."

“Yeah. I got worried when I found the house empty. I kept on calling you all, but there was no response.” “Ah, sorry, honey. We didn't hear you at all. Come down here, we will talk then.” “Okay.” Ending the call, I made my way to where the basement was. I thought the basement was locked for years. When did Dad use it? The door was opened and upon looking down, it seemed like an underground tunnel. I carefully took the steps and finally reached the basement where my family was seated on the couch and a big projector, a video of my fourth birthday was playing.

I didn’t know if he had broken me. “Are you ready to see him yet?” I nodded hesitantly. He stood up and walked past me, going further down the hall. I closed the door behind me and followed him. He started down the stairs and the deeper we went, the colder it became. I had never been to the basement. I grew up in a mafia home. Even if my father didn’t bring our enemies home often, I knew what happened in the basement of a mafia house. The air hit me first. It was metallic and damp, the kind of smell that accompanied a room that barely got air. A dim light flickered from the ceiling.

I let it go, but I couldn't help scanning the property as I got out. The ground floor looked the same. Warm lights. Christmas tree still twinkling. Were they… downstairs? The basement level was supposed to be a recreation area. I'd only been down there once. They'd talked me into it with promises of "relaxing," but the second I saw that big pool of steaming water, I knew what was coming. They'd held me down in it until I couldn't stand, legs shaking, begging them to stop. The memory was so obscene it made my tailbone ache just thinking about it.

Her sharp red lips curved slightly. “You’re needed downstairs.” My brows furrowed. “Downstairs?” Not upstairs. Not a VIP room. Downstairs? Something about that word immediately made my stomach tighten. Roxy noticed it too because her teasing expression disappeared almost instantly. Lilith adjusted the sleeve of her black dress calmly. “Basement level.” Basement. Okay, somehow that sounded significantly worse. I glanced at Roxy. She raised both hands immediately. “Don’t look at me. I’ve never been called down there before.”