Scary Basement Novels & Stories

I hurried over and tapped the man. "Hey, are you okay?" My hand touched his back, and I froze. A chill ran through me. I turned him over. Every muscle in me locked up. It was the guy from 603. He had multiple stab wounds to the chest, blood soaking his clothes and the mattress beneath him. I nearly collapsed to the floor. What the hell was going on? "Are you out of your fucking mind?" A furious shout rang out from downstairs. It was Jacob. Worried he might run into the killer somewhere in the building, I pushed open the stairwell door and hurried downstairs. In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs.

“You’ll see soon. Just relax and trust me.” Almost as soon as he said that, the elevator arrived at its destination, and the doors opened, revealing the basement, which did not seem anything like any basement I knew. For one thing, the space was huge. It may as well be a safe room for natural disasters or wars that humans apparently tend to have in the past. Not only that, but it was quite bright, with a disco ball overhead. The biggest thing to notice, though, would be the number of people in the room. All who were staring at us the moment we’ve arrived. As if that wasn’t enough, the look they had in their eyes… They seemed to be in some kind of trance. Moreover, I’m hearing whispers about

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

A sharp electric sting ripped down my spine. My breath hitched. The air thinned around me. A strange ringing grew louder and louder, drowning out the priest, the choir, the whispers, everything. I was in a basement. “The basement” Cold. Damp. Metallic. The humming of machines vibrating in the walls. I smelled bleach. Blood. And burning metal. Rows of tanks glowed dimly, each holding something floating inside…a shape, a body, a half-formed life.

or butchery completed with its sink. Foldable chairs lined the wall underneath the staircase. Besides that, it was empty. The strong smell of detergent wafted through the air. I covered my nose and fought the urge to get sick. The lack of food, combined with the eerie vibes from the basement were all fighting against me, The dangling light bulb added a new dimension to my already sensitive eyes. The whole scene was straight from a horror movie. I pulled my cardigan closer to protect myself from the invisible cold I could sense sipping straight to my bones.

Opening it to reveal a steep staircase going down into pitch black darkness. The air below was colder, carrying the smell of damp earth and mold. He pushed me toward the stairs. “Down.” “What’s down there?” “Your new room,” he said. “Until we decide what to do with you. And if you make a sound, if you try to scream, I will come down there and make good on my suggestion. Do you understand?” I nodded, too scared to speak. I had no choice. I walked down the rickety stairs into the dark basement. He followed closely behind, closing the door above us.

Wherever Sofia was, whatever happened to her, whatever they planned… I was going to destroy everything in my way to get her back. But before I could say a word— before I could demand answers— before I could even breathe— A faint sound echoed through the hallway. A sound only someone desperate would make. A sound from far below. From under the house. A scream. Her scream. My heart stopped. I turned slowly toward the floor— toward the basement I never knew existed.

Shobek slowed his pace a little after a long walk, a light starting to peek at me as I walked behind him. Our footfalls were in sync as we approached the yawning room that was before us. Why are all of these guys' basements so large? I questioned silently to myself, glancing at the young boy, internally scolding myself about blindly following someone I don't know. If this was the normal world, I would run away from things like this. I mean, what kinda girl follows a guy she hardly knows into a basement? Or why would she EVER follow them knowing that they are from the supernatural?

He stated with a shrug. The stairs down to the basement were damp and dingy, without electricity down here it was like stepping back into the Middle Ages, it was cold and actually a little creepy, with the creaks and random echo’s that filtered down from the rest of the house, a perfect place to store a couple of assholes who were well on their way to pissing me off.

I fucking hate basements. "I... I'll be good. I promise, just don't put me in there" I beg them but they're not even listening to me. The last coherent thought I have is that I will skin them alive myself once I get out of here. After that, I can't tell what's real and what isn't. The smell of blood is everywhere. There are a few cells, all empty. I'm thrown into one. The lights down here are dim, they always are. Every basement is the same. Sooner or later, those things will start crawling around me. I can't, won't wait for them. Raising my knees to my chest, I lay my forehead on them and close my eyes. If I stay really still, they will go away. Go away. Go away. Go away...