#AtoZChallenge A Drabble for a Tag: Creepy Basement

The drumming stops and starts again. All night it’s kept me awake. A constant, measured thump, like the swinging of a pendulum, unnoticeable until you listen for it. It almost lulls me to sleep, but I make it a point not to sleep in strangers’ beds.

Never mind that we’ve already had sex.

His arms still firmly hooked around my waist, as if he doesn’t want me to leave, but I pull myself up, feel around the floor for my dress.

It’s while I’m on my hands and knees that the sound gets louder, and I realize it’s coming from underneath.


The A to Z Challenge is back, and this year, I’m giving you 26 drabbles (~100-word stories) using some of my favorite unused or underused tags.

Today’s tag is “creepy basement.”

I haven’t decided if all these stories will be connected, but after three posts, it’s looking probable…

Stay tuned for “D” tomorrow.

VisDare: The Perfect Home

The real estate agent knocked on the polished mahogany banister of the staircase behind him. “So, other than a couple houses getting egged on Halloween—”

“So what’s the catch?” Monica asked. “Floor to ceiling windows, a chandelier in the foyer, a marble sink in all two and a half bathrooms, great neighborhood, a couple rowdy kids, but otherwise, great school—”

“It’s too good to be true,” Kenan added, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets. “This house’s been on the market for over a year. What aren’t you telling us?”

“Well . . .” He turned around and started down the stairs to the basement. “The previous owner might have been a collector of some peculiar objects . . . We recommend you don’t disturb anything.”

The couple followed hesitantly. “Please don’t let it be a dead body,” Monica sighed.

The real estate agent paused at the basement door. “Close. Very close.”

word count: 146


browingWritten for VisDare, a weekly challenge to craft a story based on the provided photo in 150 words or less.