The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

"Yeah, he's downstairs, Trig. Just shut the fuck up, keep your damn head down and your mouth closed, and follow me." We take the stairs to the basement in a hurry, trying to make the deadline we were given. We spot him right away, sitting at a table by himself, staring at the pocket watch that's resting in his open palm, most likely waiting for us. "You're right on time, boys." Trig and I slide into the booth and help ourselves to the bottle of Brandy on the table, taking two empty glasses and filling them up as Callum eyes us suspiciously. "I take it by the heavy police presence, that you've finished the job?"

I firmed my grip on the handle as I jerked it open such that it almost came off it hinge. "Down to the basement!" A husky voice had ordered which makes our heart clenches. The basement is not a good place, someone might have commit a taboo and today, the person might end up in a body bag On getting to the basement, my gaze get locked with a beautiful lady whose icy eyes almost seems like mine. I stayed calm with my hands crossed to my chest with my gaze not breaking from her. She sighed sympathetically. A deafening walking step approaches from the top of the basement. The aura keeping the room heated as we tried not to look up."begin the sentence!" His hoarse voice filled the hall.

She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

A chill ran up his back and he shivered. ' No no no no. Please don't let it be. Don't do this please!' He screamed in his mind. "After you." Derrick snorted. Ben turned to him panicky. "What is going on?" " You climb down or I push you. Either way, you are going down." Ben said a prayer in his mind and started going down the stairs with Derrick right behind him still holding on to the collar chain. The basement was a 9 feet deep, rectangular box built with reinforced concrete walls. The unpainted walls had long wood planks attached to them as shelves on both length sides with some boxes here and there.

" As she talked, old memories cracked open—like boxes I'd sealed years ago. Eighteen-year-old Nina looked at me like I was her entire universe. The Nina I knew at thirty? Her words cut like ice. I dropped my gaze and exhaled. "People change." "Then tell me—how exactly do I hurt him in the future?" I froze. Fingers stiff. My brain flipped through scenes like a glitching movie reel. Too many. I didn't even know where to start. Then my phone rang again. I picked up, and someone on the other end was already spiraling. "Mr. Lambert, our department had a team night at a bar in East Avendale. Ms. Reid drank too much. Can you come get her? Oh—and your kid's here too."

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

Connor asked ignoring Niko's chitchat. But Niko ignored him too. "Well I don't fuckin care to tell you too," Niko even gave him a wink before the screen would lose it's signal. Niko dropped the phone he used in the nearby trash bin and wore his cap again and exit. He remained unidentified and invisible. No one found out that he actually clipped himself to a truck's underpart and made his way to a hole in the street waterway. As he reached the basement, a girl can be seen talking to him.

"The last thing we need is for you to catch a chill." He then closed the bedroom door on her, but instead of leaving the villa, he headed down the stairs leading to the basement. Was he finally going to confirm the truth? When Toby mustered up the courage to open the basement door, he cursed endlessly upon realizing that the decomposing corpses were filling the room with a horrendous stench. He retched continuously as he complained, "What exactly are you pulling, Joyce? I'm giving you one last chance! If you still refuse to come out, I'm really going to be angry!"

Noah once joked that places like this rely on people believing rules are enforced more than actually enforcing them. I slip inside. The hallway smells like disinfectant and stale air. My footsteps echo softly as I move deeper, past offices I recognize from memory and nightmares. My chest tightens with every step. This is where he stood. This is where everything changed. My phone vibrates. Unknown Number: Records room. Basement level. I hesitate only a second before heading for the stairs. The basement is colder. Dimmer. The lights flicker faintly, like they’re tired. The records room door is slightly ajar.

Alice and I stated 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 the basement, we figured that no one would ever press the emergency services button in a Mafia house. “So how do you