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

“Disobeying me again? I think the basement may be calling…” A cold chill flooded over me. Any mention of that place filled my body with dread. The basement was my own hell. A prison within my own home. “Dad, please…” I begged. "I am just trying to do the right thing by you and the pack." I added, pleading.

His hand moved to the back of his neck. "Well..." His voice dragged out. "I think he's in the basement." I froze. Again? The basement. That fucking mysterious basement. At this point, I was convinced that place held the answers to half the questions I had about the Muskegons. I placed my spoon down. "Collins." He immediately sighed. The sigh of a man who already knew what was coming. "What exactly is in that basement?" "Novaria…" "No seriously." I folded my arms. "What do you guys even do down there?"

I had to be more. “The bow and arrow are stored in the basement,” Amaris informed me. “Thank you, Amaris.” I slowly made my way toward the basement. The descent was pitch-black, the rough stone walls cool to the touch. Unlike what I have seen in the movies, where the basement is creepy as hell and the air is thick with dust, the basement was surprisingly clean, so I didn’t have to worry about breathing ancient air.

My daughter. Was she safe? Had they gotten to her too? … When I woke up, everything was wrong. The air was damp, metallic. The walls were concrete. No windows. No sound beyond the soft, sickening drip of water somewhere in the distance. The Hale’s basement. I had only been here once, when Dominic used to run this casino, he would always handle his enemies here. Later, I found this place too bloody and never came again. I pushed up weakly, but my head throbbed with every movement.

“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.

I followed instinct down the corridor Landon had warned me about, stopping in front of the door that felt heavy to pull. The basement opened with a low groan, and cold air spilled out. The lights were dim, some, flickering. The air inside felt heavy as if belonging to another world. When I got down the basement, my breath froze, thick chains bolted into the concrete, worn out from use. The floor was scratched and stained. Clumps of fur lay everywhere on the ground. My stomach tightened, “who the fuck is this guy exactly!” Then a crazy thought slid into my mind, but I ignored it immediately.

I climbed the basement stairs and pushed out into the alley. The summer sun hit me like a slap after the mildew and the dark. This time around, I was done waiting on these people. Behind me, from down in the basement, Felix's frantic voice: "Go ahead, walk away! Don't come crawling back later!"

I drove my car to my old house in the suburbs. That was the only inheritance that Mom had left me. It contained some of her old belongings. The management office had called earlier and said that the basement had flooded because it was located on lower ground.

I pretended to have fallen asleep on the couch, snoring lightly for effect. Granny Ursula nudged my arms gently and said, "Child, wake up! We need to do something in the basement before the family arrives! Wake up! Hurry up!" The moment I heard the word basement, I quickly opened my eyes and stood up. "Did you say basement, Granny?" "Yes. I need your help this time. I can no longer do it alone. Going down that steep step in the basement hurts my arthritis-ravaged knees. So you have to come with me," Granny Ursula replied.

Emma Grey "I think there's something beneath us." As though confirming my words, the knocks returned. Now that we stood in the center of the room, we could hear it radiating from the floor. Only this time, it was getting weaker by each second when it suddenly disappeared, clawing the nerves that fumbled through my senses. Something's not right. What could it be? Adding to the fact that it resounded below the ground, how can that possibly be? Could there be an unknown basement underneath the house?