Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

It Waits in the Basement

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

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

“What makes you think I wanna see them?”

“We’re twins, Kyle. I know you wanna see them because I wanna see them again, and I’ve already seen them once. So I can say without hesitation that you’ll at least wanna see them once, if not twice!” 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 swore 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 you can’t tell me it wasn’t funny to see old man Jeffery running down the road with a leg off one of his chairs, 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 Mister Welling, 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 Mister Welling’s property. They both scurry quickly over towards a small window that peers into the basement of Mister Welling’s house. The room is dark and more than likely empty. Kyle smacks Lincoln in the arm.

“Arsehat!”

“What? I swear they we….” He stops in his tracks as they both hear moaning coming from somewhere within the basement. Then they both quickly peer through the window again, this time noticing the shadowy forms of what can only be Kendra and Mister Welling thrusting themselves at each other in the 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 Mister Welling’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 the house. He smiles wryly before he looks back through the basement window. It doesn’t take him long to spy a figure moving down the stairs, who then slowly creeps towards the couple who are still intertwined, 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 of the house, past him, and into their backyard. Lincoln follows quickly behind him, a broad smile on his face.

“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. “Whose boob did I just grab?”

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

“Lincoln, wh…” He freezes in place as he hears the front door of Mister Welling’s house open, and his mother walks out, fixing her dress into place. They both laugh, say goodnight, and she leaves while Lincoln rolls around on the ground laughing himself stupid, and Kyle feels his stomach turn as tears start cascading down his face.