And the writing continues! Here is my latest (partial) short story. I submitted the one from my last post to a short story contest. Crossing my fingers! I everyone enjoys this one. Thanks for reading :]
“Forbidden Basement” by Sabrina Buie a.k.a. Me!
Last week Harper moved into this cute little 800 square foot house in the suburbs of Los Angeles. She used “cute” to describe the fifty-year-old shanty of a house when anyone else would have called it a run-down dump. But Harper has always adored weathered and antique things. When she was little, her favorite activity at her grandparent’s house was to sneak into their office and smell the old books on the shelves lining the west side of the room. Antique shops and thrift stores are also favorites of hers.
So this tiny house with peeling shutters, dingy paint, curling shingles, and a minuscule overgrown lawn was something of gold mine to Harper. Through her eyes she saw unique window treatments on an antique exterior with a charming roof and a yard for her corgi. The first thing she did was buy a lawn mower and fix up the yard. It took her two days after work to make it look presentable. Next, she spent three afternoons and evenings cleaning every crevice of the inside of the house and began unloading the boxes of her few possessions and decorating.
At the back of the kitchen, there were two doors – one led to the backyard and one to the forbidden basement. When Harper went to the open house before contacting the agent she had wandered into the kitchen and was surprised to find two doors at the back since the pantry was near the front of the kitchen by the refrigerator. At first she thought it might be an extra restroom or closet accidentally left off of the listing. She opened the back door and inspected the yard from the doorway. It was even smaller than the front yard and didn’t take long to scan. Next she tried the door immediately behind the back door and found it locked. Confused, she found the agent showing the house and inquired as to why the door was locked and what it led to.
The agent, a plastered smile on her face, hesitated. There was a flash of panic in her eyes but she recovered swiftly. Continue reading “Forbidden Basement”