We Kept Her In The Cellar Novels & Stories

I had to be her brain. I let her head rest gently on the dirt and pivoted, my eyes searching the cellar with a frantic, predatory intensity. It was a graveyard of junk. In the far corner sat an old utility sink, its porcelain skin stained with decades of rust and industrial grease. Beside it, a sagging wooden shelf held the detritus of a hundred winters: a half-shredded bag of rock salt and a rusted, half-full gallon of distilled water. It wasn't a hospital. It was a tomb. But it was all I had.

He skipped off, humming. I didn’t touch the food. Not because I suspected the kid. But because I had other cravings today. The cellar door groaned when I opened it. Always locked. Always cold. It used to hold wine. Now? It held her. The shrine. Hidden deep beneath the house, under a wall of fake shelves and brick. Only I had the code. Only I had the key. I stepped in. Light buzzed from the single bulb overhead.

my mom said as everyone stand and walk towards the kitchen. I look at Henry to see him looking at me with his eyes telling me something. I turn away when I see Sammantha suddenly grabs his arm and cling to him like a leach. He looks at Sammantha with a smile as they follow us towards the kitchen. After the meal, I enjoyed having fun with my mom in her flower garden. When we are done we walk to the cellar where the wines are being stored. I am amazed to see how wide and clean the cellar is, the walls were made off bricks and it was like a library with all of those shelves. Instead of books, wines on bottles were carefully laid on every space. “Dear wait here. I’ll just speak with the one in c

Thinking about Rose's gesture, Camellia's mood instantly improved. Leaving here won't be a problem. As she stumbled and nearly fell, Herman quickly held her. "What are you doing?" Camellia ignored him and kicked at the ground. "What is this?" A trapdoor. She had kicked the iron ring. "An underground wine cellar," Herman said coldly. Camellia's eyes lit up. "I want to drink." Inside the underground wine cellar, the temperature was low. It wasn't very large, but it contained around a hundred bottles of rum.

Did they just put the closet here so they could hide the hole on the floor? But I don’t understand… they can just easily fixed the floor and-- “P-Please help…” her voice is weak and it’s fainter than before so I gently hold her wounded and brittle hand so she’ll know that I will never leave her alone in the dark cellar of this room/

“And you helped take a pregnant woman, who had fainted, out of the house like she was a stolen item?” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I was scared. But I didn’t hurt her. None of us did. I swear. We just wanted her to heal our families. They’re dying. We didn't mean—” “Where is she?” I roared, The girl flinched. “In the underground cellar near the South Orchard. The old stable. We’ve been hiding there since yesterday. Please… please don’t hurt them. They were just desperate.” Theo was already moving. He didn’t wait for my command.

Finally, they came to a desolate place surrounded by trees and dirt. Only to see that there was a basement in front of it. It had a very hidden door and was painted a camouflage color, so there was no way to spot it if you didn't look closely. After dropping her into the dark cellar, they locked the door from the outside, and then the footsteps slowly walked away. The cellar was cold and damp, and there wasn't a bit of light. She leaned helplessly against the wall, there was no way for her to get up, and all she could do was close her eyes and rest. They had searched her body many times, all the suspicious items had been taken, and now she had no contact with the outside.

Feeling convinced, I leave the library, lock the door, and head for the stairs leading to the cellar basement. A few minutes later, I arrive. But the instant I enter the cold space, I gulp in some air into my lungs. This place holds a nostalgic memory for me, all thanks to Clarissa and Louise. I nearly lost my baby here. I nearly lost my Dad and Dylan too. However, I didn’t let any of that stop me. So now, I will keep pushing. I move in further, looking around. There are three cellar rooms down here and they are all stocked with wine. I search all three of them very carefully, just like I did back at the library.

Matthew's answer confirmed the guess of Kim, who was really shut down at the cellar. Maybe the one who kidnapped her that time. She and Little ball even passed through the gate of death. Are they still afraid of the bloody scenes? Anyway, she had to meet the culprit. "Lead the way." She said in a deep voice. Matthew had no choice but to call seven or eight bodyguards to open the way. Dark cellar basement, full of blood, a woman curled up at the foot of the bed, her face is pale white like a ghost. Ethan ordered people to nail a stake on the ground and handcuff her hands and feet to the stake. Just like the prisoners in prison, she could only squat every day and could not even stand up to str

Once he made sure the cool wind of the winter wouldn’t touch her, he swept his arms under her back and hoisted her up. He opened the door and walked out of the torture cellar. The guards stomped their feet after sensing his presence. He walked past them and headed to his chamber. The night was cruel. It was so cold outside but her presence in that cosy cape kept him warm along with her. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing at her nor could his smile strip off. She was rolled up like a meek kitten.