The Day the Sun Stopped Shining Blog Tour ~ The Girl in the Basement

The Girl in the Basement was a short horror story I wrote way early in my writing venture. It was one of the first short stories I sold as a teen (this one sold to Dark Moon Rising) and later on I updated it to be a more smoother read. I thought it would be perfect for The Day the Sun Stopped Shining Blog Tour since for one character, the sun no longer shines. Two guesses as to why. ;-)

The girl here was a character I had written about in three other stories that were never published. One day, depending on the workability of the stories, I may release them.

Hope you enjoy the story!

 Click to read after the jump!

The Girl in the Basement

Justin gingerly took the rare morsel off the electric stove. He placed it on a plate then peeked his head out of the kitchen to listen for any signs of his parents wandering the halls. Once the coast was clear, he flipped off the light and headed for the basement. In his mind, he ran back the events of the night: he had dinner, watched television, and then did his homework. But this particular evening, he had heard something down in the downstairs. When he went to investigate, he found the last thing he ever thought would be dwelling in a suburban basement.

He slowly walked past his parents' room and stole a glance at the bottom of the door. The room was dark with no lamp or tv lights on. He figured they must’ve finally went to bed.

He balanced the large, bloody steak on the plate as he walked by, careful not to make any loud noises. His
smooth, handsome face grimaced as he looked down at it. The thing was repulsive, but it was what she wanted after all.

Slowly, he entered the dark basement. Pale moonlight streamed from a window in the corner. It was the only light in the otherwise darkened room. His hand reached out for the light switch hanging from the wall.

"NO!" a female voice yelled.

He stopped in his tracks, remembering the deal. She would stay as long as she had the food which he carried and the darkness. Always darkness.

Justin continued down the steps as he followed the moon's light shining in the sky. He waited, hearing the soft caress of a velvet robe against the cold, hard floor.

"I have it," he announced. "Just like you wanted."

The air was silent as he waited, wondering what to do next. He braced himself as he heard a slight rustle in the dark corner.

"Put it in the moonlight," the female voice urged.

He approached the light slowly and set the plate down. With a blink of an eye, the plate was snatched into the dark. Justin listened, his ears ready for the sound of chewing, but there was only silence.

An unnerving silence.

A dark, bare foot appeared in the light and then another. His blue eyes followed the outline of the body before him. He barely made out the face of a young woman staring innocently upon him.

She didn't smile. Her wavy, black hair was long and silky, falling past her shoulders in soft waves. Her full lips were glossy and inviting. He watched her shed the cloaked hood draped around her body, revealing a barmaid's dress. He remembered it from one of his history books when he studied the French Revolution in his junior year. He could tell her curvaceous body was perfect beneath the dress. He forced himself not to look down at her pronounced cleavage.

"You didn't eat your dinner," he said softly.

"I will."

Her lips slightly lifted at the corner. "You are not always this...shy, are you? I can tell.”

“Yeah." He smiled and shifted his weight. “Just not sure what I should do.”

He noticed her slight movement and before he could blink, he felt her soft hands on his face. Her glowing eyes stared at him through the darkness. Gently, she caressed his soft face while slowly moving her hands under his small, thin shirt. He shuddered slightly as her hands lined the muscles in his arms and chest. He flexed and waited for her to sigh out of infatuation like the dreamy-eyed girls at his school.

Instead of sighing, she continued exploring his body as if trying to figure him out.

"I-I didn't catch your name," he said suddenly. Why he was so nervous, he had no idea. He didn't feel nervous over all the girls  that fell over themselves for him at school. Then again, they weren't as mysterious as this girl. And she wasn't as naive as them. He could tell that from the look in her eyes.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked breathlessly as she moved her hand across his chest.

"I'll tell you mine. It's Justin."

The girl didn't say a word. Instead, she slowly stepped back, moving away from him and drowning herself in the shadows once more.

"I'm coming!" Justin yelled back.

The plate slid across the floor once more and he heard soft chomping noises and squicky sounds of the meat moving in his hands. He swallowed, trying not to imagine the blood covering her pretty face as she gorged herself.

"Are you going to be ok?"

The silence answered him. Brushing it off, he turned and exited, leaving the girl to herself.

* * *

Justin looked across the field at his fellow teammates as they practiced for the upcoming football game. He ran his hands through his sweaty, honey blond hair. He glanced at the cheerleaders practicing their cheers, some of them looking his way and smiling. He imagined making out with each of them, on different nights of the week. He knew he could do it. He could balance them all so they wouldn’t know about each other. Then they would all talk about the man he would become. He smiled briefly to himself.

Then he stopped. Amidst the crowd of blue and white sweaters, skirts and pom poms, there was black. A cloaked figure stood in the background. Not moving. Not doing anything. Just standing there.

Justin rose to his feet. It was the girl in his basement.

"Hey Justin!" He turned and saw one of his teammates, Dominic, heading towards him.

He quickly shook off the eerie feeling and the shiver that claimed him despite the warm weather. "What's up?"


Justin turned to see if the girl was still there, but as quickly as she had appeared, she vanished. He sat down and breathed slowly, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

"You all right, man?" Dominic asked.

Justin smiled. "I'm more than all right."

Dominic sat down next to Justin on the bleachers. "Oh, do tell."

Justin laughed. Partly out of the eager sound in Dom's voice. Mostly because he needed it to break the growing tension inside of him. Was his mind playing tricks on him?

"It's a girl, I can tell,” Dom said with a wide grin. “Who's the lucky cheerleader this time?"

Justin leaned forward on his knees. "She's not a cheerleader, Dom."

Dominic sat up in his seat. "Oh?" He nudged Justin's arm with his elbow. "Come on, more details."

Justin cleared his throat. Should he tell his friend? Of course, he would think he was nuts. Who would believe a girl who looked like she dropped right out of his history books would be living in his basement? He stole a glance at the cheerleaders continuing to practice. He tilted his head slightly as they kicked their legs high in the air.

"I have a girl in my basement."

Dominic moved back. "What? You're joking, man."

He shook his head. "Completely serious. She must've snuck in there somehow. She wanted me last night."

"Oh, man." Dominic laughed. "So, you have your own girl. Weird as that sounds. She look homeless or whatever?"

He shook his head. "Nah, actually pretty hot."

"A runaway?"

Justin shrugged, "Maybe, but not like any I've seen."

Silence filled the air and Justin looked at Dominic who was still staring at him with his mouth open.


"Don't tell me you have a girl in your house and your parents don't know about her, I'm assuming. She wanted you and you aren't even taking advantage of that?" Dominic laughed. "She was probably offering herself on a platter and you turned that down? You're joking with me. You probably never had any of those cheerleaders out there."

"Hey, I had just about all of them," Justin said sternly.

Dominic laughed. "Yeah, all right."

Justin stood and stared down into Dominic's eyes.

"Hey! I can have any girl I want. They come to me!"

Dominic stands and holds his hands up as he backs away. "All right, man. All right. I'll believe it when I see, huh?"

The coach called the boys to the field and Dominic was the first to hop off the bleachers. Justin ran over in his head what his so-called friend said. He knew he couldn't pass up this chance. He put his helmet on, taking one last look at the cheerleaders as they began another cheer.

* * *

Night seemed to slowly creep upon the day within hours. The last thing he had on his mind upon coming home was homework. He passed the time watching tv and waiting for dinner, but still he couldn't get Dom's words out of his mind. Who did he think he was not believing him? Justin knew he was a hot guy. Those girls practically threw themselves at him.

All except the one down in his basement. The one he could have with no consequences or questions asked. He knew she wanted him. All he had to do was take it.

Justin returned down to the basement at the first sight of dusk, remembering the girl's wishes not to come down during the day. She had already asked him for food and shelter. It was time she paid up for those comforts.

He looked at the small, circular window and noticed the girl staring outdow into the black, starry sky. He made his way over to her. He ran his pale hands over her soft, caramel shoulders. His warm breath caressed her neck like a tropical wind on a cold sheet of satin.

"I thought about you today," he said.


"Tell me how you got here. And why you stayed."

"How," she answered, "the window. Why..." She turned to him and smiled. "Shelter."

"You never told me your name."

"Roslia is my name."

Justin smiled. "So, then you're my own girl," he said.

She turned to him, her eyes burning through the darkness of the room. Her gaze changed in an instant from curiosity to sheer shock. Did she knew what he planned to do?

Slowly he backed up to the hanging light bulb in the middle of the room. He flipped on the light and looked upon her as she blocked the bright light from her eyes. He didn't know what to expect. Either that she would turn into a puff a smoke or perhaps be an invisible voice that only existed inside his head.

Either way, the sight of her was absolutely beautiful. Her skin was dark, yet ghostly pale from the dim, milky light. He watched her closely as he approached her.

"I have to go," Roslia said suddenly. "I have to get out of here before dawn breaks."

"No." Justin stepped in front of her and blocked her from leaving.

"I brought you raw meat ever since you got down here. You can't come in here and get something for nothing."

Her eyes were black. The small sparkle of reflection in her eye from the light was nonexistent. "You're not going to keep me down here," she said.

He grabbed her and pressed his thin lips against her full crimson lips. He pressed his massive body to hers and backed her into the wall. Roslia stared straight into his eyes. He smiled hungrily as he continued, rubbing his sturdy build against her.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you, Justin," Roslia's voice lowered to a warning.

"No woman tells me what to do," he said, breathing heavier. "Not ever."

He raised his hand, aiming it to back hand straight across her face when he felt a force like steel grip his wrist. Looking down, he saw her hand wrapped around his but it looked like she barely held him. His wrist ached and in he knew in one moment she could snap it.

Roslia grabbed Justin's shirt with her free hand, lifted him off the round and pushed him backwards. He hit the adjacent wall with a thud. Quickly scampering to his feet, he filled with rage.

Justin looked around for something, anything to use as a weapon or throw. When he turned to face her, she was standing right in front of her. He didn't stop to think as he backhanded her, the sound of his slap echoing across the quiet room. She fell to he ground with a soft cry and he peered down at the fallen creature, feeling more powerful and manly than he had ever felt in his life. Shaking his warm, red hand, he glared at her.

"How did you get so strong?" he demanded.

She was silent. Unmoving. Never did she meet his gaze in that moment. She just sat there, cradling her hurt cheek in her hand.

"I said, how did you get so strong?!" He said louder.

Roslia turned and slowly rose to her feet. Her red lips rose in a smile.

Justin was unsure why he shuddered as she smiled. Or why his rapidly beating heart almost stopped as she closed in on him. There was something dark that clouded her gaze. Something that said she knew exactly what was going to happen to him in those next few seconds
"No more questions."

She pinned him against the wall. Her hand shot out and grabbed his neck.

Justin wondered if she could see his pulse racing. For that moment, she stared down at his neck as if it was the most alluring thing she had ever seen in her life. Slowly she smiled and it was then he finally noticed her pearly, white teeth. Pointed teeth, like fangs.

"What are you?" he breathed, fear consuming him like a growing black, inky liquid in his stomach.

"One rule of thumb, Justin," Roslia said. "Never, ever take advantage of the innocent. You'll never know when it can backfire," she smiled wider and he could see her two sharp frontal cuspids growing, "right in your own basement."

"You're a...a..."

His words were replaced by a scream as Roslia bent down to him. Her hand slowly covered his mouth, silencing him. All he could feel now against the cool darkness was the gouge of sharp teeth tearing into his neck. He felt the life slowly drift from him as he fell limp in her arms. That was what he felt when he saw the knowing darkness in her eyes, the last few moments of his life. He had so much to say but as he fell boneless against the floor, he saw the moonlight piercing the dark room. A pair of bare feet walked in front of him. A dark velvet cloak draped around a body. She bent down to him and he met her with a scream.

* * *

Roslia rose from Justin as she looked down at his lifeless body. She licked her red stained teeth and quietly left the basement through the window from whence she came. It was still night when she slipped out of the house.

Hours later, dawn's thin streaks of light would stream through the small basement window. Dawn would shine upon the pale body of the boy she left behind as she wandered the streets once again. The night’s cloak of darkness would thereafter be unveiled to reveal the sun’s rays and she would soon have to find a new place for shelter. The times had changed before her eyes. Styles came and went as did people. Buildings appeared where there were none before. She hoped there would be a nice home somewhere to stay.

After all, she always found a place to live in her 400 years of living death. All she needed was one willing person... 

* * *

Paul heard a noise down in the basement as he passed by on his way to his room. He pushed his wire rimmed glasses further on his nose and turned toward the sound. What was it?

He headed down the stairs into the dark room. When he flipped on the light, it flickered before turning to a dim, strained beam. In the corner he could barely make out the body of a beautiful girl gazing out the window.

She remained still.

"Paul?" she asked.

"Yes, how did you..."

"I am Roslia." She turned to him and smiled. "I know you what were wondering," she said as she approached him. The sound of soft velvet brushing against the hard wood floor was a strange comfort to him. Then, yet soft, cold hands moved under his shirt and onto his lanky, heaving chest.

"You're beautiful," he breathed, noticing a certain glow around her.

She didn't say a word in that moment. Instead, her hands continued to brush against his thin arms and chest as she leaned in close to him. "Tell me something. Do you like to feed off the weak, Paul?"

"No, I don't," he said. He swallowed deeply, nervously pushing up his glasses. "I-I don't really have many friends."

She smiled at hearing this and he wondered why such a fact would please him. "Would you run upstairs and get me some cold, raw meat? I can already tell we're going to be good friends.”


Micheal Rivers said...

Just tweeted your short story Rae! Enjoying this blog tour with all of you.

Rae Lori said...

Thank you so much, Michael!

Same here! So many goodies and great authors I'm glad to get to know. :-)

Michelle said...
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Michelle said...

Wow Rae this was good short story! How old where you when you wrote it? Thank you for sharing it with us!

Unknown said...

Loved this much packed in such a short tale! Well done, Rae xoxoxo

Rae Lori said...

Thanks Michelle! I believe I was about 17 or 18 when I wrote it! Going through my old works, I think I was more of a horror fan back then lol

Glad you enjoyed it!

Rae Lori said...

Thanks so much, Angela! Glad you stopped by to check out the story. :-D