Alzuras

The Basement

The interviewer's eyes widened in disbelief as I recounted the bizarre and terrifying events that had unfolded in the basement.

"WHAT? You're joking, right?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yes, I was saying a hilarious joke," I retorted sarcastically, my frustration mounting. "Why on earth would I joke about a topic like this? Believe me if you want, but that's what happened. Then I woke up the next day alive!"

I paused, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves before continuing.

"At first, I thought I was dreaming, but I could feel a pain exactly where I was stabbed, well, that is where I felt the most pain, to be precise, since I was crushed. It hurt everywhere. When I checked where I was stabbed, there was blood on my hoodie. It was white, do you know how hard it stained?"

I shook my head, the memory of trying to clean the blood from my clothes still fresh in my mind.

"It took me a long time to get rid of the blood, even though I washed it with lukewarm water, I had to wash it two times," I explained, my annoyance evident in my tone.

The interviewer's eyes narrowed in confusion, clearly struggling to comprehend the absurdity of the situation.

"I didn't know how I was alive, but I was grateful that I was," I continued, my voice growing more animated. "I looked around, hungry, and that's when I noticed a random fridge near the wall."

As I spoke, the memory of the surreal events in the basement played out in my mind like a twisted nightmare.

"I gathered my courage to open it, and as soon as I did, the fridge enlarged itself, becoming bigger than me," I recounted, my voice trembling with fear. "But it was empty, so I closed it. However, as soon as I turned and went a bit forward, the fridge opened on its own."

My heart raced as I relived the bone-chilling moment when a blizzard of cold wind erupted from the fridge, threatening to engulf me.

"All of a sudden, a blizzard came from the fridge, its ferocity making it impossible for me to stand on my feet," I explained, my voice trembling with fear. "I was pushed into the fridge, and the doors slammed shut. The next thing I knew, the fridge exploded."

The interviewer's eyes widened in shock as I revealed the horrifying fate that befell me once again.

"You died again?" she asked incredulously, her face contorted in disbelief.

"Yes, I did," I replied curtly, my frustration mounting with each passing moment. "The next day, the basement was covered in fresh blood, but I was completely fine, albeit covered in blood from head to toe. Thank god I had an extra pair of clothes with me."

I took a moment to compose myself before continuing, my voice trembling with fear as I recounted the strange events that followed.

"Two hours after I woke up, my vision started to blur," I explained, my words coming out in a rush. "I wasn't feeling lightheaded, so why would my vision go blurry? Soon, I felt a sharp pain in my head. I blacked out, and it took me way too long to regain consciousness."

The interviewer listened intently, her eyes wide with horror as I described the sensation of being trapped in my own body, unable to move or see.

"I could hear everything around me, better than ever to be honest," I continued, my voice trembling with fear. "I could even hear a male voice, one that is very familiar, one that I have heard a long time ago. After two days, I got my consciousness back, and I could finally open my eyes."

"So, till now, the only thing you could not do is open your eyes?" the interviewer asked, her voice filled with confusion.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, struggling to contain my frustration at her ignorance.

"I was technically paralyzed and could not open my eyes. I could hear and feel hunger and thirst," I explained, my voice tinged with frustration. "How I survived? No idea. It was also very uncomfortable, as I had wet my pants because I couldn't hold my urine. It's disgusting, I know."

The interviewer recoiled in disgust, her face twisted in revulsion.

"My vision was still a bit blurry. I went to the washroom, had a bath, and changed my clothes," I continued, my voice growing more animated with each word. "When I came out, there was a table out of nowhere in the center of the basement. I was so confused, but I didn't care. I was so hungry I would even eat something poisonous, so I went and ate it."

The interviewer's eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"ARE YOU DUMB?!" she yelled, her voice filled with anger.

I bristled at her outburst, my frustration boiling over.

"I know, I know, but I didn't care anymore," I replied, my voice tinged with bitterness. "I am going to die anyways in here, but I was wrong. I did not die. Fun fact, I got three meals that day and the next day. It was as if he never did or would do anything to me. He even made sure that I was safe."

The interviewer stared at me in disbelief, her face pale with shock.

"Wow, what's up with the sudden change in the atmosphere?" she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I still don't know that," I replied tersely, my frustration mounting with each passing moment. "For two weeks or something, this continued. Then suddenly one morning when I woke up, my vision was blurry, but I could see a figure in front of me."

"Is it who I think it is?" the interviewer asked, her voice trembling with fear.

"If you are thinking of Alzuras, then yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.