The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

“Last guy who used the word ‘can’t’ with me didn’t live long enough to regret it. So, my cars? On Tuesday?” “Tuesday, Mr. Bellini,” he says. I hang up and stretch. We gotta get a new space. I’ve been working on this basement underneath Lou’s Deli for the past two fucking years, and it still looks like a deli basement. Sure, the meat hooks give it a certain menacing energy, but the smell of cold cuts takes that right out. And I can hear Lou’s kid’s punk music through the part directly under their house sometimes, no matter how much soundproofing I put up. I shut my laptop.

she sat on the chair and dailed Ana's number, Ana picked up in one ring. " Hello" Ana answered from the other end " what's going on girl?, i've been blowing your phone up since last night, i didn't sleep cause to be fair, you asked me not to" " hello Ana" Riley responded "i'm sorry i didn't call or anything, i was ermm, i had a very weird night" " Weird night?, what do you mean by that?" Ana asked " well, where do i start?, let's see, remember Jesse" Riley asked

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

Just then, my phone began to buzz in my sweatpants pocket. "Boss, the other factor seems to be raising another…” "Any foresight?" I questioned, cutting him off. "Yes, boss, right here in the basement," he replied. "On my way," I said, hanging up. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Ahhhhhh!!!!! The loud screams of the little girl echoed in the dark basement. I raised the whip and lashed it again on her back. Her screams reminded me of Iris; she would tell me about her pain while beads of sweat fell down her forehead as she cried.

“Good. Honesty gets rewarded. Now show me how grateful you are for that honesty.” My hands moved to his waistband. Right then his phone buzzed on the dresser. Loud. Insistent. Callan glanced at it. His grip tightened in my hair. The screen showed a video call request. Unknown number. But the contact name that popped up made my blood freeze. Handler. And below it a preview frame. Me. On my knees in the basement room last night. Callan’s voice came out flat. Dangerous. “They want to watch the first real session live.”

he says, and we pull out of the parking lot in silence. ********* Being dragged and thrown into dirty basements should never become a norm for anyone, but for me, the last week has been filled with just that. After hours of driving and crying last night, the murders had pulled into a massive circle driveway. They had then drug me to the basement of the biggest mansion I have ever seen and tossed me into an unfinished room. I hadn't heard or seen anything since, but I have a feeling my peaceful vacation is about to end. "Get up, newbie," a shrill female voice says before banging on the door to my suite.

They left their phones and went down the basement, midway, they heard the door upstairs got locked again which made them nervous. But they comforted theirselves with the thought of getting rid an ant that's trying to continue biting their skin! At the end of the stairs was another iron door, they knocked and it opened after a few seconds, what happens next where shocking that they didn't do anything than get dragged inside. A series of clapping resonated the enclosed basement while Isaac and his men were all silent and staring cold at them from the sidelines. "The greedy, the enabler, and the bully! look who we got here!" It was the young man, Marcus Eastwood wearing a big smile on his face

Better to keep it that way. Cassius cleared his throat. "Oh, and your grandfather... Well, Alpha Basil called." I stiffened. The name tasted like ash. "When?" "Last night. I was at the club—you know, the one on 5th? Place was a zoo, but he said something about Windsor Heights. Dinner. Night Growler Pack. Said you had to be there." He paused. "Sounded important." I stared out the window. A group of sophomores walked by, laughing, one of them holding a fraternity paddle. Idiots. They had no idea what lurked in the dark. "Tell him I'm busy."

His voice was rough, final: “It’s sealed. Your blood is proof. Your lips are proof. If anyone talks” he pointed at the camera blinking red in the corner“we all go down together.” The silence was broken by a heavy pounding at the basement door. “Yo! What the fuck, you guys hiding down there?” voices shouted over the thump of music from upstairs. Tyler laughed nervously, wiping his chin. “Guess the party wants us back.” Dom glanced at Bella, smirking at her bloody lips. “Clean yourself up, princess. You look like you’ve been in a massacre.”

Trevor gently lifted her chin with his finger. “And the last one?” he asked, his voice smooth… persuasive. He was really a charmer “...In the basement,” Fiona whispered. Trevor’s eyes darkened slightly. and secretly he touch his tiny earbuds '' Done'' A faint voice responded before the connection cut