The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

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.

"I don't know where to start...." "It's okay. Start from the beginning. We have time." I let out a sigh. Bearnie sets our drinks on the table and walks back to the kitchen again. "Something was calling out to me. Its calls were coming from within the basement. Somedays its calls would be but silent whispers other days its calls were unbearable," I say and let out a deep breath before continuing.

They formed a desperate circle around the monolith’s base, a final wall of flesh and chrome against an endless wave of Exterminator-Sentinels. "Don't let them touch the base!" Kazimir roared, his voice cracking with Strategic Desperation. He swung his blade, cleaving through a Sentinel’s neck, the Spatial-Shear from the impact sending a spray of black oil across his face. "If they breach the core, she’s gone!" "Kazimir, they're coming from the sky!" Mina screamed, pointing her pulse-pistol at the Reality-Fractures above.

He forced me to look at the crumbling grandeur of my former prison. "Look at it," he commanded. "That house is a corpse, Veronica. And you? You are the lightning that’s going to strike it. You aren't going in there to be a wife. You’re going in there to be the last thing they ever see before the lights go out. Be brave for the woman you were in that basement—she’s the only one watching you today."

“Give me a few seconds.” Lola’s mind whirled as she looked around the ruined hall. Every flickering light, every shadow, every sound felt suspicious now. Then Mason’s voice broke the silence. “Got it. The signal’s bouncing through multiple floors but the source…” His eyes narrowed. “It’s coming from the basement.” Nora frowned. “The basement’s been sealed since” “Since Eli,” Lola finished quietly. Adam straightened. “Then that’s where we’re going.” “Are you sure about this?” Nora asked. “After what happened last time”

Monica backed away slowly. “This isn’t funny anymore.” I quickly typed back. WHO IS THIS? The typing bubble appeared almost instantly. Then another message came. UNKNOWN NUMBER: “Check the hidden basement before midnight.”. My hands trembled violently. “What basement?” Monica asked nervously. I looked up slowly. “There’s an old basement downstairs.” Monica frowned. “You’ve never been there?”. I shook my head. “Dad never allows anyone go near it. Silence filled the room. The tension felt unbearable now.

His hand moved to the back of his neck. "Well..." His voice dragged out. "I think he's in the basement." I froze. Again? The basement. That fucking mysterious basement. At this point, I was convinced that place held the answers to half the questions I had about the Muskegons. I placed my spoon down. "Collins." He immediately sighed. The sigh of a man who already knew what was coming. "What exactly is in that basement?" "Novaria…" "No seriously." I folded my arms. "What do you guys even do down there?"

He glanced over at me as I walked down the stairs and his eyes lingered, until I got to where he stood. "Clear all my schedules," he continued. "I have attended to the most pressing needs, others will be when I return." I stood and waited while he had his conversation. "And Louisa," he said as he was about to end the call. "Do not call me unless the office is on fire and you know when the office is on fire." He said and hung up the call. He cleared his throat before standing. "Are you ready?" He asked trying to avoid looking over at my dress for some reason best Known to him.