The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

I snickered. "Fall back!" Mr W ordered his men. "Mr W, we-" "I said fall back, Deli!!" Mr W snapped. They probably weren't far gone when an explosion shook the basement, and the tremor made the pillars lose whatever structural integrity they had left. The whole place was coming down -----

With shaking hands, I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack—the one who had tried to bring me back many times before. My voice was hollow, but firm. "Dean… I'm ready to return. I'll come back to our pack."

Carlos gave Caleb one last look of pure disgust before following his boss out into the hallway. They walked up the stairs, leaving the basement behind and Maxton felt a bit of the tension leave his shoulders, but he was still irritated. Down in the basement, the guard untied Caleb’s hands and the old man fell to the floor that was covered in his own urine, while rubbing his wrists. He waited until he heard the heavy metal door at the top of the stairs click shut before glaring at the guard, who was also walking away.

He told me in a mysterious tone that he had a surprise for me before he stood up and walked off. I suddenly thought that he was incredibly childish as I watched his retreating back. Travis had left his phone on the table. It started ringing a few seconds after he left. Victoria was calling him. Travis had yet to return even after she called him twice. I decided to pick up the call when she called a third time. "Save me, Mr. Somerson!" Victoria wailed the moment the call connected. "I'm trapped in a basement!" Just then, Travis returned while balancing a cake decorated with fresh flowers in his hands. The ecstatic expression on his face stiffened in an instant when he noticed that I was holdi

Cold realization flooded me all at once. Every strange reaction. Every silence. Every withheld answer. Every moment he watched me too closely. This was never random. Another vibration rolled beneath the cathedral floor. This time the entire structure groaned around us. Ancient black stone split wider beneath my feet. Cracks branched outward in jagged vein-like patterns across the floor while dust rained heavily from the arches above. Then bells rang somewhere deep underground. Slow. Heavy. Funeral bells. My chest answered them. Knock.

Funny_ She closed it. Maya was at her desk. “You should go home.” “I will,” Elena said. “After I read this.” She picked up the audit. --- *11:30pm* Security called. “Ms. Carter, someone tried to access Basement 3 again. Key failed.” Elena hung up. Her phone buzzed. Unknown. _Keep the door locked. -A_ Elena blocked the number. --- *12:00am* Elena stood at the window.

Nobody’s going to try look for us down there for sure. Dylan smiled seductively and they hurriedly went down to the basement to start their own thing. On the other hand, Simon was talking to another person with his phone when Lee overheard everything. Lee happened to be entering from the kitchen door, where Simon was situated as he received the call.

Jordan tentatively asked, "Dad, do you still remember how you ended up in the hospital?" Matteo humphed, "Isn't it because you two are biased and treat Zoey badly?" At this moment, I saw Jordan and Daria both seem to breathe a sigh of relief. Matteo looked at me, "Zoey, what did you just say about the basement? What's that about?" I said straightforwardly, "There is a basement under the dining table in the Harmon's villa dining room, are you aware of this?" Matteo frowned, "Basement? I can't remember."

That was enough for Steven to stop and watch as I was dragged into the room by Jeremy, ignoring my pleading gaze. Jeremy pushed me onto the bed, pinning me down, his hands fumbling with my clothes. "Make babies! Make babies with my honey!" He stripped off his clothes, his pale, flabby body pressing down on me. I felt so disgusted that I wanted to throw up, yet no matter how much I hit him, it didn't seem to faze him at all. On top of everything, my injured leg was in so much pain that I couldn't move it. Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered.