Its Not Me Its My Basement Novels & Stories

he asked, after typing away for a couple of seconds and pocketing his phone again. “Through here,” I replied, opening the door to the basement. Which, of course, was pitch black and the perfect place for an ambush. I let out a small whine. Why did houses have to have basements and attics? As a rule, I think all basements and attics should be banned! It was always there all the really fucked up stuff that went down…

Then all of a sudden, my curiosity about the facility's basement comes to my mind again. I've never been curious about basements before, but now, I don't know what hit me and I just found myself in the elevator going down. The "BASEMENT" button has this mark that says it is for an authorized person only, but now, the button is in red light and indication that the button has just been pressed.

’ 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.’

The wallpaper is peeling and the floor consistently creeks and moans. Goddess, if you're listening, please give me strength and patience. I pray to my true superior. My baby kicks. Yes, I know, me too, little man, me too. He guides me down a very suspect staircase. The basement is dark and reeks of mildew. I hear a small click and the whole room is lit up. Only a bit though. I look around. Nothing is really down here. This whole area seems forgotten and unused. I hear something move behind me, a rat. My jaw drops. "What am I doing down here?" I speak softly. "I'm glad you asked." Oliver turns around to face me.

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.

“Yeah. I got worried when I found the house empty. I kept on calling you all, but there was no response.” “Ah, sorry, honey. We didn't hear you at all. Come down here, we will talk then.” “Okay.” Ending the call, I made my way to where the basement was. I thought the basement was locked for years. When did Dad use it? The door was opened and upon looking down, it seemed like an underground tunnel. I carefully took the steps and finally reached the basement where my family was seated on the couch and a big projector, a video of my fourth birthday was playing.

Envisioning myself at the stairwell that leads to the basement, I appear there, taking the ball of light with me. “Cool,” I say to myself, looking up at the glowing magical energy. It bobs along overhead as I go down the cement steps. “Eliza?” Something scuffles over the ground, echoing through the empty basement. I was drunk the last time I was down here and didn’t exactly take the time to look around. The stairs empty into a large room that’s used mostly for storage. At the opposite side is a single door, deadbolted and padlocked shut. “Bingo.”

His expression looks sad and concerning. I clench my jaw and look away quickly, blinking nervously. I looked up at the tiny screen that showed what floor we were on and saw it’s B3. “Why are we going to the basement?” I ask. “We’re taking my car today,” Adrian says.

My patience snapped, it evaporated to thin air like smoke. My brother-in-law gave me a questioning gaze when I stood up and headed to the basement without bidding goodbye to everyone. The basement was still the same, minimalist in all sense there is. It has a bed with white linen, a desk that has books, a closet that holds only five sets of each clothing, and a wall that bears my scruffy handwriting.

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.