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

Aunt won’t know I was even gone. He doesn’t even wait for me to agree and drags me along. We go behind the house and start descending the stairs. Is it the basement? I hate the basement. It reminds me of hungry days. Days where I’m alone and waiting patiently for mummy to come for me. I don’t want to go inside. He continues to drag me down the stairs.

I said emotionlessly looking at the door. “Carla… he told-” I didn’t let him continue as something inside me snapped. “Doesn’t matter Eric. What’s done is done,” I said firmly. He just nodded his head and sighed looking down. “Forget that, what does he want?” I asked him, continuing to look at the door. He just sighed and turned around and unlocked the large door open. Eric had bought me to a basement, on Aeden’s demand. Pushing it open, he wrapped his hand gently around my wrist, to support my weak body and pulled me inside. His steps slow almost like he waited for me to match his footing.

I whined like a child. Well what else can I do!? He is behaving like a total Hitler right now! "Pfff! Delicate my a*s!" "Shut up Aden!" After the lunch Issac led me to the other side of the room that has another set of doors leading down. "Wait there are two basement under the house!?" "Yes so if you join them both the basement actually bigger than the house itself." "What if someone decides to take a per hole in the field behind the house they would realise there is a room underneath."

’ The sympathetic response that came to his lips on automatic was neatly deflected as she went on, ‘Of course, since I live in the basement I didn’t have to make much of an effort to be here. ‘The basement? She clearly misread his expression. ‘I believe that Lower Ground Floor is the correct “estate agent” term. It’s not as bad as it sounds, I promise you. It’s a basement at the front, where I have my kitchen and bedroom and a front door for visitors who can handle steps, but the land slopes away at the rear. My sitting room and studio is on ground level so that I have direct access to the rear garden, the garage and my car. I can’t walk now, but I can still drive.’

If there is a drug for being immortal, I will be the first to try it out. Anyways, the chill of the basement seeps into my bones. I haven’t been in here since....well forever, I guess it’s because there are some things I like to avoid, Robert never liked the basement, no one came down except me which makes it a good hiding place for my secrets. I flick on the switch, the dim light from the light bulb hanging in the ceiling reflecting enough light for me to see. Honestly speaking, I don’t know why I am down here, am I searching for memories? Well, I guess.

Edward I showed no vestige of emotions the moment I descended down the staircase of my basement. The smell in the basement always had worsened by the stench of dirt, blood and sweat. The blend of the odor that seeped into the concrete, clinging to the walls like a second skin.

I fucking hate basements. "I... I'll be good. I promise, just don't put me in there" I beg them but they're not even listening to me. The last coherent thought I have is that I will skin them alive myself once I get out of here. After that, I can't tell what's real and what isn't. The smell of blood is everywhere. There are a few cells, all empty. I'm thrown into one. The lights down here are dim, they always are. Every basement is the same. Sooner or later, those things will start crawling around me. I can't, won't wait for them. Raising my knees to my chest, I lay my forehead on them and close my eyes. If I stay really still, they will go away. Go away. Go away. Go away...

Mrs Bayers patted her husband's arm, “Honey why don’t you show her around the basement. I'll take over.” “Sure.” He kissed her cheek just before she walked away, leaving him to lead me through the restaurant. We went through the back to a restaurant area. “Please, don't mind the clothes around. It's usually like every rush hour.” We walked past the living room to a hallway. "The basement is through here," he said, leading me to a door at the end of a short hallway. "It's not fancy, she must've told you, but it's clean and we've never had any problems with bugs or mold, which is more than I can say for the apartment we lived in when we first got married."

“I didn’t see anyone in the basement besides him and Kasia. - Ancient the same cannot be. Then you would be an ordinary lugar. A bad thought crept into my head, but I quickly drove it away. I do not believe! It's just not possible, there's probably another explanation.

“And there’s not a shower curtain in your bathroom anymore.” “Oh yeah.” The pleasant reminder set a dark fire burning in his loins. Jim stepped closer, nuzzling along her neck until he elicited a low moan and a pleasant shiver that made him want more. Beneath the trail dust, the faintest feminine musk lingered, soft and teasing, and sent a static jolt into his jeans, stirring his member. “There’s a shower in the basement. It’s small, but two people can use it. If they’re friendly.”