The basement diaries part II

 Followup of this

Prompt: You are renting a room in someone’s house as you transition to living in a new city. The owner tells you that basement is absolutely, 100% off limits. You don’t bat an eye at this request, until you start hearing noises from the basement at night. After several week of this, you sneak downstairs to see what’s going on. Finish the scene.

...my curiosity got the best of me. A few weeks of hearing the noises, and I made my way to the basement when I was confident nobody was home.

My world turned over when I discovered the secret of the basement.

I knew what they were, I didn't imagine they'd move all the way.

A minor congregation of kyaah. Fucking kyaah from fucking Kathmandu valley, settled down and chilling in this dinky-ass basement in remote Queens

Monsters used to have rules. You can't go further away from your origin place by a certain distance. You don't expect vampires, the scandinavian one, in Singapore. The heat and the humidity would cook them alive. Or uh, dead. You know what I mean. There's no Sasquatch chilling in New Zealand because they don't decide to get on a plane one day, show their passport with the funny face at the checkin counter and setup home in Wellington. That's not something that happened.

Oh then the monsters got curious, they got bored of their origins. They found out ways to travel. The Count's London travels weren't successful but his progeny made a successful wave in America. And their followers did end up in Wellington after all. The Sasquatch didn't move to the South Pole maybe, but surely the Yeti and Sasquatch share some recent immigrant ancestors who decided they've had enough with the cold boring deserts and changed places? If Ananse could migrate from West Africa to Florida, guess these creeps could come to America too.

A Khyaah unprovoked is of no great danger. Piss the creature though, or attempt at throwing it out of your house, and terrible luck awaits you. A series of misfortune after another. The white kyaah brings good luck as long as you give it a room to stay and let it go about its ways ignoring its existence. Khyaahs don't like being disturbed, they expect the courtesy of privacy.

Two of the dorks knew me. From back home. I was involved in uhh a minor scam...of sorts...with them. At a time it was astonishing because they seemed to be after the money and I couldn't imagine why a supernatural being of their caliber would need money. This made sense. They were planning to change homes, so to speak. They nodded at me. I cleared my throat, gave them a meek smile and bowed a little. They went back to doing whatever strange circle dance thing they were up to. I shut the door tight. The next day I ordered a large padlock and put it on the door, to make sure nobody had to encounter the discomfort that I went through. I imagined that was my last encounter with them, they're not that pleasant to be around and it's often hard to have a conversation when you don't share common interests or worldviews. How wrong I was. But that's a topic for a different story.

I didn't tell about it to anyone, never went down to the basement again