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

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.”

She hugged me, gently patting my shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the basement," Zane said politely to my friends as he led us downstairs. He walked so quickly that by the time we reached the basement, he had already unlocked the door and switched on the lights. The basement had four rooms—a store room, a gym, and two lounge areas for guests. I took them inside to get a better look. It was clean and tidy like before. Every room looked untouched; not only had nothing been added, but nothing had been taken either.

He sighed, he faced the door, hovered his hands on the handle – contemplating something. “What is in the basement anyway that you don’t even want to open it?” I could hear the annoyance in Leah's voice. “Something alright?”, Tyson replied back in annoyance. “Even you would back away and not want to open the door if you knew what it was.” “Well, what kind of something is it?”, I asked now really curious about this something they keep on saying. “It’s…” Mike started again for the third time. He took off his round-rimmed glasses and rubbed his face, combing his hair, letting it sit on top of his hair. “The fidi is in its deep slumber in the basement.”

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.

Thank God for this pull-out storage; we were hidden except for Callahan’s head, peering at my daughter. “Mr. Barclay,” Jessy muttered, not correcting him. “Where’s E…” she cleared her throat. “Mom?” “Basement,” he answered briefly, his other hand grabbing my hips to stop me from moving. “Basement?” Jessy snorted. “This is the basement, Mr. Barclay.” “I know,” he answered in a low voice. “She’s in the basement’s basement.” He cursed inwardly and forced me to arch my back. I bit my bottom lip hard, clenching my fists against the wall as my body quivered.

I almost gagged. I recognized the place more than anything. It was Lucien's mother's basement. I remembered when they were purchasing the house. She made sure that she had gotten a huge basement. It was on the top of her list. I remembered thinking if she was okay. Because who the hell would want a place like this? Over the years, she turned it to a little basement. But it was now clear that she had other plans. This place wasn't supposed to be a basement at all. Was she planning to keep me here all along?

I change into my gym gear and silently get out of my room. Leah told me that the gym is in the basement and so I head towards the basement. I walk as I look around trying to see anything suspicious. Maybe it's not Leonardo who has the micro chip. The door to the basement is white and is slightly open. Did they just forget to lock it or someone else is here? I hope it's the former.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” “It’s nothing, Adrian. I just… got lost in the hallway.” She hesitated, then added, “And… I found a basement. I didn’t even know this place had one. I mean, I know your… line of work, and most mansions do, but this one felt different. Eerie. I heard weird noises down there… Adrian… is something down there? Are you guys running some trafficking operation or… those dark mafia things no one ever talks about?”