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

I dismissed everyone and sent them back to their jobs while I continue my search for those two idiots. I heard a strange sound in the basement and I went to check it out because I know that this basement has been abandoned for centuries now and no one actually goes there anymore. So hearing a strange sound coming from there seems weird and I knew I had to check it out immediately and when I heard the conversation between Harold and his children, and I realized immediately that Harold Armstrong is so fucking insane. He was so furious to see them in the basement, I guess he doesn’t want anyone to find out what he has been doing in the basement of the pack house. This basement is not even liste

His dad has the cheeky grin too, the one that speaks of a bit of a troublemaker. “They’re all downstairs in the basement. We have a games room down there, and it’s soundproof,” he explains, and my mind flashes back to the holiday home we had rented in the human realm last year. We had all liked the basement. My parents had been debating building something similar in our home, but I was no longer interested. My rooms need to have windows, a way to escape. I’ve had more than enough time underground. I never intend to do it again. I glance towards the window. The curtains are closed, so I can’t see out of it, but knowing it is there is enough.

I have to find my baby! "H-hijo...Beautrin. Here...in the house. In the basement of our house with Beatriz! The people inside are armed, Claus! I-I didn't know there was a secret basement here ! My God! Beautrin is screaming! We're going inside again today! We just called you to let you know!" Basement? In the basement of their own house? Fvck it! How did they not know that there was a basement?! I wasted nothing and immediately went there.

There were clanking and thuds coming from there. Could someone be injured down there? Maybe trapped and in need of help? "Hello?" I slowly descended the stairs into the basement. I knew this was a bad idea. First, I entered without permission. Second, I entered an area that, for most people, is taboo because basements usually hide dirty secrets that others don't want known. Literally, dirty laundry or old, discarded items. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I asked once I reached the bottom of the stairs. The room appeared dark, with a silhouette of someone shining a flashlight into the corner of the room. Suddenly something flew towards my head swiftly. I jumped in panic and instinctively dove.

“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.

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 closed up the shop and headed home, I couldn't wait to talk to Blake and tell him about Andrea and our plans to get together tomorrow. Once at the entrance of our apartment building I realised I had forgotten my security key to enter the main foyer, I called Blake and he was sleeping, I apologised for waking him, he buzzed me in and I ran inside to plant a kiss on his face, Blake pulled away and muttered "your breath stinks, go shower." I looked at Blake and exclaimed "crap, sorry I had garlic at lunch" and ran to the shower. I was in a really happy mood, I was happy to be home, happy the girls had forgiven me, happy to have met Andrea, I was just happy!