The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

“You are in no position to make demands asshole! I told you I was smarter than you and now you have seen I am. Hope you took a good look at her the last time you saw her? Because you are never seeing her again! Jan is mine now!” He hung up. “We got him.” I grinned. ********** Hours later the cops, after tracing the call, were kicking in the basement door of a dilapidated house on the outskirts of town. But they were too late. The room was empty.

Very quickly, all three were free from their ropes. Nathan looked around the basement. "This isn't a regular basement. There must be some kind of mechanism here. We shouldn't move around carelessly." The three cautiously walked toward the door. Every step they took was filled with caution and nervousness. Just as they were about to reach the door, an eerie laugh suddenly echoed through the basement. "You can dream on if you think you can get out of here, Evelyn." Evelyn looked up to find the source of the voice and asked in a low tone, "What is your relationship with Iris?"

I have run that number through my head more times than I could count in the six months since, twenty minutes, such a small, ordinary amount of time, the length of a sitcom episode, the length of a commute, and somehow inside those twenty minutes an entire unrecoverable stretch of my own life had happened to me and left no trace behind except a body that felt, the next morning, faintly, uncomfortably different in a way I didn't let myself examine too closely until weeks later when a different kind of different made itself undeniable. I lay there in my bed now, seven months and a lifetime away from that basement, my hand resting against the curve of my stomach, and I tried one more time, the w

The apartment that I kept for my sexual rendezvous. When I arrived at the basement of my building, I called Oscar and smiled when the man pick up after the first ring. "Eager are we?" "I'm not sure, maybe..." "Oscar, get out of the car, meet me at the basement elevator, south entrance, basement one. Now. So I can continue showing you just how straight you are," My instructions were stern and I dropped my voice lower, knowing that no gay man had been able to resist my seduction.

He took out his phone and sent a text while Helga and Lila followed him to the basement. The basement had been modified with Iron wood, which was sound proof to even Werewolves. Helga and Lila stood at the center and waited for the rest to arrive. “Why are you doing this?” Carson asked, But both women stood in silence till peoples started to dash in like wind. Soon, the room was filled with eight people, Helga, Carson and Lila included. “No one has called this since June was born,” an old woman stepped forward.

he slurred. I leaned close, whispering, “Sleep it off.” Within moments, he slumped onto the couch, unconscious. “Finally,” I muttered. I grabbed his phone and began scrolling. Nothing. Messages wiped. Call logs clean. Then— A new message popped up. Tony: Boss, the old man suffered a panic attack. The doctor stabilized him. I suggest we move him out of the basement. My heart slammed against my ribs. Basement? Old man? My thoughts snapped back to the mirror upstairs—the one that never sat right with me.

I glanced at the last two chances for forgiveness I was holding onto and finally spoke, "Alright, thanks, professor." Just then, Walter walked in. "Who were you talking to? The professor?" he inquired, curiosity in his eyes. He dropped a bag on the table, the contents hidden from view. I ended the call and faced him, trying to keep my voice even. "Nothing important, just some questions." Walter's frown deepened, his gaze probing. "What kind of questions? It's pretty late for that, isn't it?" I met his gaze, my own brows knitting together. "Just about an experiment, nothing to worry about."

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

' I headed to the underground parking garage and got into the Bentley that had been parked there for a long time. Only after I had completed the onboarding procedures at my new hospital did Rita finally call me, screaming curses the moment I answered. "Kevin, where the hell are you?! Are you insane? I already calmed the patient's family down! All that was left was for you to apologize, and you disappeared! I got yelled at because of you! Don't tell me you actually think the hospital can't function without you? Julian is a hundred times better than you. And you still want a promotion and raise? Are you even worthy?!"

CHASE I took the stairs to the basement two at a time. Standing in the den with Brittany Calloway’s perfume still in my lungs and her threat tight around my throat wasn’t an option. *Imagine if the scouts saw the video.* I’d known. Somewhere in the part of my skull that ran calculations during faceoffs, I’d known she wasn’t finished. Knowing lives in the weather report. Hearing is the tornado touching down in your yard. The basement of the hockey house was where the party stopped pretending.