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

Monica backed away slowly. “This isn’t funny anymore.” I quickly typed back. WHO IS THIS? The typing bubble appeared almost instantly. Then another message came. UNKNOWN NUMBER: “Check the hidden basement before midnight.”. My hands trembled violently. “What basement?” Monica asked nervously. I looked up slowly. “There’s an old basement downstairs.” Monica frowned. “You’ve never been there?”. I shook my head. “Dad never allows anyone go near it. Silence filled the room. The tension felt unbearable now.

My shoes made soft crunching sounds on the dusty floor as we walked farther. When we reached the far corner, Jace lowered the flashlight and pointed at the floor. There was a hatch— an old metal door, almost buried under dust and cobwebs. "What is that?" I asked. "A basement," he replied. "No one will think to check down there. It's hidden. And warm enough for us to stay till morning." Kira shook her head swiftly. “Down there? Jace, that looks like it hasn’t been opened in a hundred years.”

Here we go again. Mike and Isaac got to the study, carrying cleaning products, brooms and mops as to leave the whole county squeaky clean. “Hey, Isaac,” said Brandon in a casual way. “Looks like there was a well in the basement.” His friend was leaving his load on the floor. “The basement?” he repeated, pointing down. “The only one around,” I replied, trying to smile. “There’s another under the guesthouse,” said Mike, beating Brandon to king of casual.

“She’s a little spitfire, isn’t she?” James is waiting for me in the kitchen; I see him the second I step over the threshold and close the door to the basement. I don’t say anything as I drop the plates into the empty sink and walk back to the door so I can turn up the thermostat so the basement will warm up a little. We never normally bother with making the basement warm because we don’t normally feel the cold but the two humans down there will definitely feel the bite from the frost in the air.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, Azzurra.” “I’m not strong,” I said. “I’m just tired.” He leaned back again, folding his arms. “Good. Then you’ll stop trying to run off into mansions filled with psychopaths.” “No promises,” I muttered. We fell into silence again. The kind of silence that holds a thousand things left unsaid. After a while, I whispered, “There really were women and kids in the basement.” “I know,” he said. I glanced at him. “You do?”

Unknown. I walked down the cold basement. It was dimly lit and the sound of whimpering and crying filled my ears as I took the stairs down. The basement was cold, and only the light from the yellow bulb brightened the room. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs before turning to the person who wafted off power, anger and torment.

I'm not his fucking sweetheart. "Have sex with me." My eye twitches at his words. "Even if I go to hell, I'd rather fuck with Lucifer but not you." Realizing it was my mistake to not comprehend what was going to be his answer, I quickly turn on my heel and leave the basement. I came running, and I couldn't realise how big the basement actually is. "This tunnel feels like forever." Mumbling under my breath, I drag my hands across the stone walls and smell something funny.

I get to the third house and make my way inside to search the house itself to see if anyone has been around here, but I do not find a thing. Now the basement, to say I am not scared shitless, would be a blatant lie; I know I can handle myself; I don't know what he is prepared to do, though. I truly believe his intention will be to completely eliminate me. Monsters don't get reinvented with a conscience Where is the basement? There is no basement! What the fuck now? Wait, there is a barn. My heart is pounding out my chest; I think this must be it. I don't know if I should yank the door or just pull it.

**Me (3:22 AM):** yes **Riley (3:22 AM):** then it wasn’t a mistake **Me (3:22 AM):** it was a catastrophic miscalculation **Riley (3:23 AM):** call it whatever you want. you wanted it. he wanted it. it happened. now what **Me (3:23 AM):** now i never leave the basement again **Riley (3:23 AM):** dramatic. but fine. sleep down there if you have to. but you will have to see him eventually

Perhaps I could look for the bills in the morning? No. If I was correct, those bills were buried in the basement file room, and there was no way I was going to dig through that muck without looking like something the Swamp Thing vomited up on New Year's Eve. I groaned and dragged myself off the couch. I needed to change my clothing before poking about in the basement at work, which I dubbed the Basement of Horror. I returned to my room and changed into an old, tattered pair of pants that had seen better days. The t-shirt I was wearing had a stain on my left breast from spilling red sangria a few months before, so it'd suffice. I stuffed my feet into my old shoes, grabbed my keys, and walked