The Last Call From The Basement の小説・ストーリー

“It’s suicide to go down there. Mr. Demetri is powerful, and if he can’t handle this, neither can you.” Elaine wasn’t wrong. For some reason, my heart was dragging me toward such a dangerous step. When did I become so irrational? Just when I decided to swallow my anxiety and keep waiting for him, some news came from the basement in the most hair-raising way. Blood-curdling screams, demonic laughter, and animalistic screeches emerged from the basement. While listening to the horrific noises, I thought I heard Desmond groan. “He is in trouble. We must do something!” I ran for the door before anyone could pull me behind. My mother was screaming bloody murder, and Elaine and Mia were also beggin

(Lila) I lunged for Nick’s chains, yanking at them desperately as multiple people came down the stairs, toward us. The metal dug into my palms but I kept pulling, even as my fingers kept missing the lock. “There has to be a way,” I muttered, searching the ground for anything I could use as a tool. “Something to pick the lock, or—” “They’re coming,” Nick whispered, his spare phone pressed to his ear. “We’re in a basement near the freight tracks, just past the old factory district. Everyone’s alive but—signal’s gone.”

He asked. "Yes, boss" the person on the other end answered. "Did you send the letters?" The hood man asked. "Yes boss" "Wait for my next signal before you send the next one. Kill them both when the last package is sent". "Yes boss I understand " "Good" and the call was disconnected. ~~ "Were you in a call?" Drizzy asked walking toward Ethan. "Ahh, yes it was the event planner" "Oh okay, how is the preparation going?" "Good. And how was your shopping. Did you buy everything you needed?".

The men of the Bratvam took turns, making the men in front of us swallow, and when they started to struggle, urine began to flow. "I don't know how much longer we can stay," I said. You can do whatever you want with them, but I want them alive." We left the basement with the sound of screams in the background. My phone started ringing, and I smiled when I saw the blondy's name on the caller ID. "Tell me, Doll," I answered, putting it on speaker so my brothers could listen. "Do you have time to come back?" she asked in a whisper. "On our way, blondy.

GIOVANNI'S POV The humid air of the basement clung to me like a second skin, thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic – blood, filled my nostrils. I took a slow drag from my cigarette, the cherry glowing menacingly in the dim light. I usually didn't frequent this part of the estate. It was reserved for… unpleasantries. But tonight, the basement felt almost festive, charged with the kind of anticipation that crackled just beneath the surface. Tonight, I was finally going to meet Tristan Hayes, the man who had dared to entertain my fiancée, the man they called Titan.

"Don't eat that. Have you forgotten your seafood allergy?" Gary flicked Sophia's forehead playfully. "You're like a hungry kitten. You'd be oblivious even if someone poisoned you." Suddenly, one of the helpers, Alicia Norton, spoke up. "Mr. Gerald, Mr. Gary, it's already 11 o'clock. Should we send food to the basement? Ms. Giselle is quite weak. I'm afraid she'll pass out from starvation." Gary snorted. He pointed at the crumbs on the table. "Sure. Why don't we give her these? If she's truly hungry, she won't be picky."

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.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Susan’s face sank as she ordered, “Security! Lock him in the basement! If you refuse to admit your mistake, don’t ever think about coming out.” She turned her back to me, missing the trail of blood dragging behind me on the floor. With a harsh click, the door to the basement locked. An agonizing pain spread from my surgical wound, each bout more excruciating than the last. I curled up on the cold floor and gave up on struggling. Just as I was quietly waiting for death to claim me, my phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Grandma. However, it wasn’t her voice on the other end.

Holding hands, they went back inside and the Horror they were watching was over, so they decided to go to sleep. It was only three o'clock in the morning when he woke up, acting carefully so as not to hear his crackle. He went straight to the basement where there was a mixture of fishy and rotten smell. He took some equipment for what he was planning to do with his colleagues. His decision is complete and he will never undo it. When he came out of the basement, someone called him so he forgot to close the basement door. He first unloaded all the belongings outside the house when he answered the call.