Day 362 – It Waits In The Basement – YouChallenge Short Story

This weeks YouChallenge is based on the story idea where I must tell a story about 2 young kids who find something in the neighbors basement. The original story it was taken from was called It Waits In The Basement, which appeared in issue 365 of Fear In Fear Magazine, you can read it HERE.

 

“I’m telling you Kyle, no bullshit, I saw them going at it with my own eyes, Kendra and Mr Wells, not more than five minutes ago!” He yells at his younger brother, who rolls over and pretends to be asleep.

“Kyle, for god sake, you’ve got to come and have a look, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t, always wondering what they looked like out in the open,” he says, Kyle turns over and stares at Lincoln, who’s smile stretches from one ear to the other.

“What make you think I wanna see them?”

“Were twins Kyle, I know you wanna see them because I wanna see them again, and I’ve already saw them once, so you’ll at let want to see them once if not twice as well!” Lincoln says enthusiastically.

“You promise you’re not kidding?”

“WHY THE HELL WOULD I JOKE ABOUT THIS?” He says in shock.

“Because last week you swear you saw Franny Williams get abducted by a vampire, and it turned out to be a sack of shit, so, forgive me if I don’t believe you now,” he says, rolling back away.

“Don’t be like that, you know I joke around, and it was funny to see old man Jeffery running down the road screaming they’re coming, they’re coming to get us all,” he says with a laugh, while Kyle chuckles softly as well.

“Still doesn’t change the fact you could be bullshitting again.”

“I swear to you, Kendra is next door, in the basement, with Mr Wells and they’re doing it, naked!” He says.

Kyle lets out a sigh and sits up in his bed, while his brother leaps in the air overjoyed.

“Come on, before it’s too late!” He says, grabbing his brother by the arm and dragging him out the window, across the yard, and over into Mr Well’s property, they both scurry quickly over towards a small window that peers into the basement of Mr Well’s house. The room is dark, and more than likely empty, Kyle smacks Lincoln in the arm.

“Arsehat!”

“What? I swear they we….” He stop in his track as they both hear moaning coming from somewhere within the basement, they both quickly peer through the window again, this time noticing the shadowy forms of what can only be Kendra and Mr Well’s thrusting themselves at each other in the firey passions of love.

“See, I fucking told you,” Lincoln says proudly, “I fucking told you man, it’s just a pity the lights are out, you’re really missing a sight Ky…” it’s then that he notices Kyle taking off towards the back entrance to Mr Well’s house. “Kyle!” He calls out softly, “Kyle, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna turn on the light, if it’s as good as you said, I’m not gonna be ripped off, not after you dragged me out of bed for it!” He calls back.

“Don’t be stupid man, you can sorta make out,” he stops talking once he’s sure Kyle has made his way in through the back door of house, he smiles as he looks back through the basement window as he sees a figure move down the stairs and then slowly creep towards the couple who are still intertwined and thrusting vigorously at each other.

“So predictable,” Lincoln whispers to himself as he watches his brother reach out and grab a handful of one of Kendra’s breasts, before running out of the room, up the stairs, out the house, past him, and into their backyard, Lincoln, follows quickly behind.

“What the hell Kyle? I thought you were turning on the light? Not groping her tits!”

“I was, but then, well, I thought, maybe it’d last longer if I got a real good feel.”

“Well? Don’t keep it all to yourself, how’d they feel?”

“Not like I imagined, they were harder, saggier than I would’ve thought,” he says with a confused look on his face, one that turns into a frown as he sees the look on Lincoln’s. “Who’s boob did I just grab?”

“You don’t wanna know,” Lincoln says as he bursts out loud with fits of laughter.

“Lincoln, who…” He freezes in place, as he hears the front door of Mr Well’s house open, and his mother walks out, they laugh,  say goodnight, and she leaves, all the while, Lincoln rolls around on the ground, laughing himself stupid, as Kyle feels his stomach turn, and tears start cascading down his face.

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