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

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.”

Then I took my leave without even saying a word, I don’t feel like finding a replacement for him. I walk into the foyer with white marble clacking against my heels and the beautiful spiral staircase that wound all the way to the top, Clara, my maid took my coat, while at the same time lingering her stare at me a little too long. It disgusts me when women drool like that, especially American women. I walk immediately to a door located on the wall of the staircase, push in the code, and the door clicks. I walk down the stairs rolling up my sleeves, making sure my footsteps are heard. The basement has several different uses. I rarely ever hold enemies in my own home, but if it’s a special case

It has been almost a week since I brought them in. “What was that noise?” Amber asked in shock. “Hope that wasn't a snake or something bigger. It came from the basement” she added. She asked her questions and walked into the kitchen. I suddenly tried to cook up something but I couldn't come up with anything. I picked up the house landline and placed a pizza order. “I asked you a question,” Amber said as I left her hanging. “Oh sorry, uhm, I kept Mia’s kids here in the house down in the basement for the past week” As I spoke I saw her eyes wide end. She couldn’t believe her ears.

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