Its Not Me Its My Basement Novels & Stories

He was extra gentle while cleaning between my legs. "I have something to ease that when we step out of the shower," He assured me, noting the redness there. I rubbed soap on his chest as he did my hair. It was a quiet and cosy shower, and I loved it until I remembered why we were there in the first place. The empty basement. All my servers are gone. "Isabelle," Damian called for me. "It's alright. Aiden’s out there looking through the place to find what happened," he assured me as if reading my thoughts.

"Come with me, and I'll show it to you." Izayah led Esme to a location in the home that she had never explored before. It appeared to be an identical or very comparable basement to the one at Jeremy's home. "Here we are." "What kind of a place is this?" As they continued to make their way deeper into the basement, Esme voiced her question. This place, which is both familiar and strange, evokes unpleasant recollections. "You can think of it as a dark and detention center if that helps."

We stopped at the back gate leading into the house, and then we both transformed into humans again before entering the house, laughing and holding each other. "What do you want, really?" I asked him, assuming seriousness. I picked up a towel from the pile of neatly folded towels in the basement we just walked into and rubbed my face clean, excitement from the run we just had was still tingling my bones. My basement was pretty amazing for a basement, it was kind of like an underground haven for me to conduct my 'other' activities. It had a tv, computers, a bathroom and other things that I use. "I told you that I was coming back, Winston and here I am." He smiled sheepishly.

Carson finally asked. “The old man has a rodent problem. You’ll probably have to take care of that for him. Although I know there’s a rodent, I doubt that’s the source of the clanking noise down in his basement.” Carson already seemed to be in the loop about letting Anderson stay back and rest. He was already prepared to go out himself without waiting for Anderson to say anything. “In the basement? In the scary basement?” Carson put on a scared face as the mention of old man Cabbage’s basement looked to have sobered him up completely.

So my night consisted of watching Victoria and Blake dry hump and sloppily make out the entire party. “I need a drink.” Alice and I said at the same time. “Basement?” Alice asked with her eyebrow raised. “Basement!” I nodded as we walked over to the elevator. The basement was a private area of the house for the family, but only occupied by Alice and I. It was our lady version of a man cave. Full bar, pool table, couch, projector, game consoles, indoor jacuzzi, everything you could ever want or need to relax and have fun. It was off limits to everyone, so we loved going there to unwind. We entered the sleek elevator and pressed the emergency service button. It was actually a hidden button for

My stomach churned in disgust. “Does no one actually come down here? I figured a basement in this house would be swanky,” I rambled to take focus off how thoroughly freaked out I was. “Like a speakeasy or something to smuggle alcohol through. If a rat runs over my foot, I swear…”

MADDOX The scent of damp earth and aged whiskey lingered in the hidden basement, a room concealed beneath layers of stone and secrecy. The dim, flickering light of a single bulb cast jagged shadows across the walls, dancing like restless phantoms. This was my sanctuary, my hell, and my throne. It was here that I could drown in the twisted symphony of my memories without the weight of eyes judging my every move.

Nothing unusual. I'm about to leave, feeling foolish and paranoid, when I notice a door under the stairs. Basement access. The handle has a smudge of dirt on it, like it's been used recently. The handle is cold in my palm as I pull it open. Stairs descend into darkness. I find a light switch, my hand trembling as I flick it on. The basement is finished. Home office setup. Desk, computer, filing cabinets. Professional. Normal enough. Then I see it.

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.

She introduces herself as Amanda. She directs me to my new room in the basement. It has a single bed, and the room looks like a tornado ran through it. Nothing works properly; it is cold and smelly. The sink leaks, and when I try the bath, it makes a god-awful sound, and dirty, smelly water runs through the tap. I feel like the happiness is being sucked out of me. I want to fall down on the floor and cry my eyes out, but I don’t. Pushing it all down, I take a big breath. I will not let this defeat me. I am better than all this.