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"The Basement"

by: Wes Robert Ward

There was something in the basement. What it was is still unknown. It lives down there just waiting. Waiting for what? Us. Or anybody that becomes it's prey.

It waits for all who ventures down into it's dark lair in hopes for fresh food. Yes, we or anybody here are it's prey.

Can anybody avoid the basement? No, none of us can not. You see the house above has only one exit and it's through the basement and out a basement door that someone once said was unlocked.

That someone is the one who traps his or her victims in the house through a security door in the attic where the entrance into the house is through the roof with a special door installed many years ago.

Who is this someone you ask? Basically it's your run-of-the-mill serial killer who doesn't like to bloody up his or her hands and so they find something else to do the job for them as they just watch from afar by camera as a true sick voyeur would do. And that beast in particular is in the basement just waiting for anybody to venture into it's lair.

Oh sure, everybody before all tried to find other ways out of the house, but it's all solid stone with solid metal doors and the windows even though many can look out into the quiet woods, the windows are all unbreakable. Seriously, everybody has tried. Basically every victim to be is trapped like rats and the big hungry pussycat or whatever is downstairs waiting for dinner.

There were only three left after Howard Lawrence, the stockbroker, took a chance and tried to make a run down the stairs and through the basement to the far door for freedom. All the others heard was the bone crunching noise of the beast and the blood curdling screams of Howard as he died a very painful and excruciating death.

Now it was just three men left.

The first was Gary Seavers, you may have heard of him if you're into the sport of baseball. For the last year and a half he's been hitting it big time as the lead pitcher for the New York Yankees. They're probably freaking out about it now. It's been three days since he went missing.

The man next to him was a dark black man with short dark hair, his name was Nick Jones. He was an undercover cop for the drug enforcement agency. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and that's why he was here right now.

And the guy on the other side of the baseball player was Pete Thompson, a red headed Bartender from the Bronx covered in tattoos up to his neck. He had a tough attitude and didn't take crap off any one. He just didn't see the crowbar that knocked him out that night.

So yeah, just the three of them left and nowhere to go, but downstairs through the basement.

Now as your eyes only narrator here, let me tell you about our host, yes the deranged lunatic that kidnapped anybody, man or woman, and tossed them into this empty house of hell for his or her own amusement. Well not exactly empty, the victims do have a full bar of liquor to get drunk enough to take that journey downstairs and bowls and bowls of granola bars, apparently our host wants his victims full of healthy snacks to feed his monster downstairs. And the victims were pretty sure their host was a male because he sounded almost British or quite possibly an upstate New England accent. Almost sounded like Anthony Hopkins, which was a scary thought.

Howard who just fed the beast real good had made his home at the bar in his last hours drinking bourbon after bourbon. Everybody was sure that the beast downstairs was a little tipsy after eating Howard's drunken remains.

Oh, and everybody does have discussions with their host by a wall intercom nearby from time to time. His name is Mister Whiskers. Yeah, I know sounds like a deranged killer that likes Friskies can cat food. Apparently our host is a lunatic who probably gets off to Garfield, the comic strip.

So here they sit at the table in the dining room in the house having a drink themselves. Hey, they were no angels themselves, you know. I mean, wouldn't you have a solid drink after hearing the Beast downstairs eat somebody you knew a few minutes ago like a take-out of Church's Chicken?

Gary was having a gin and tonic. Nick was having a cold beer. And Pete was having a shot of vodka in a small Spongebob Squarepants shot glass, don't ask.

Nick asked, "So what's our game plan?"

Pete said, "We have a few more of these and probably pass out."

Gary replied, "Well, I'm not going out like Howard. Something ripped him to shreds down there and I don't want to be sloppy seconds."

Pete held his shot glass in a toast, "Good point, here's to Howard. He was a major prick, but one heck of a stock broker."

Nick said, "What I want to know is what exactly is down in that basement?"

Gary replied, "Haven't the slightest idea, not the foggiest notion, I'm afraid."

Pete said, "Maybe it's a pitbull."

"Pitbull?" Nick laughed, "Bullshit, that didn't sound like no pitbull. More like a man-eating Rhino or whatever down there."

Gary nodded as he took a sip of his glass, "Well whatever it is still sounds like it's got a good appetite for us."

A voice from the intercom broke their conversation as the English voice said, "Have no fear of my precious carnervous dear down below in my deep dark hole for it just wants love from you above before it has you for dinner, my three little sinners."

Nick lost it as he jumped up and walked over to the intercom agitated beyond control, "Why don't you come on out here, bitch. I'll give you one on one with me, yours truly. You sound like one messed up white boy. I get my hands on you, you'll wish you never messed with me, motherfu\u2026"

"Come come, Nicky boy," said Mister Whiskers, "Don't be so coy, life is to be enjoyed. Don't toy with my affection, save your attraction for the beast, and to say the least\u2026 your wife says, hello."

And the intercom went dead and Nick went livid. Like a volcano, he blew his stack.

Nick yelled and screamed as he punched and kicked the intercom, busted the wall and kept yelling, "What did you say? What you say, bitch? What you do to my wife, you lousy psycho?"

Gary cried out, "He's just trying to get you agitated and angry enough to run downstairs. Don't fall for it, Nick."

Pete was speechless.

Nick took a spit to the floor and complained, "Yeah, I know, but still I get face to face with that sucker, I'm going to slit his throat from ear to ear. You don't mess with a brother from the projects."

Pete nodded, "Good point."

Gary said, "We're hold him down if it helps, but first we've got to find a way out of this mess we're in."

Nick nodded then said, "Sounds good, but that nut's head is mine. Understand?"

"Got it," both Gary and Pete said in unison.

Just then a hungry growl came from the basement. Something was down there alright and was still hungry. Apparently Howard was just an appetizer.

Pete gulped, "Um, whatever is down there\u2026 you don't think it'll come up do you?"

Gary said, "I have no idea, but I sure hope not."

Another intercom blared somewhere, "No worries, Petey boy. Alas with no joy, the Beast in the Basement can't fit through the stairwell door let alone the stairwell to get to your juicy bones to gnaw on, oh well, so he'll wait for you downstairs in it's lovely lair. Although, I have a few squeaky toys behind the bar, and by far if you play with him it might buy you two seconds to run, no pun intended unless you're over-bloated and winded."

Nick grumbled something nasty and Pete felt relief knowing it couldn't come upstairs, but Gary wasn't to thrilled of either the possibilities of survival.

Gary said to them, "How big is this beast? What's he got down there an Elephant?"

Pete replied, "Not many man-eating Elephants lately, but I haven't been keeping up with National Geographics."

Nick walked to the stairwell and looked down into the open dark doorway of the basement door beneath, "I can't see nothing down there. Maybe this fool on the intercom is just playing with us, with some weird ass animal noise machine down there. Maybe he's just down there with a bunch of knives waiting for us, like some sick twisted serial killer does."

Pete felt speechless again, but Gary said, "You want to prove that theory then by all means you go find out, but to me it sounded real. Howard was screaming like he was being eaten alive. And last I remember Jeffrey Dauhmer was just a human Cannibal, not a man-eating prehistoric beast or whatever."

Pete nodded, "Uh yeah, same here. And I thought Dauhmer was dead?"

"He is."

"Oh."

Nick took another spit nearby and took the first step, "Fine, you pussies stay here. I'll be your Will Smith hero and get help. This is all complete bullshit. I will so eff up that serial killer then castrate Mister Whiskers too or whatever he wants to call himself."

As Nick slowly took each step cautiously, Gary and Pete each stood to one side of the basement stairwell above watching intently at how brave Nick was, or how stupid. Deep down it all depended on the situation, and at that moment bravery was the last thing on Gary and Pete's minds.

Nick got half way down the stairwell, kneeled down and tried hard to peer into the darkness of the basement door, but couldn't make out nothing. Sweat developed on his forehead, fear started in on him. He knew something was down there, but what? He was hoping it was just one of his usual junkies he dealt with.

Nick looked back up to the other two guys. Pete was sweating more than him and just watched with a blank expression. Gary shrugged as if to say, 'Hey, it's up to you?' They were no help at all.

Nick once again took each step quietly as possible until he came to the arch way of the basement door and suddenly felt uneasy and queasy as he looked inside the darkness before him.

Nick put his left hand to his eyes to shield the low watt basement stairwell bulb above to see if he could see better, but still it was too dark\u2026 and suddenly to quiet. An eerie silence laid before him as if something huge was waiting with anticipation.

Nick looked back to the two guys above and shrugged to himself as if to say, 'I don't see jack shit.'

Gary and Pete were beside themselves with sudden fear, but could not take their eyes off of Nick.

Suddenly and without warning Nick screamed as a giant brown clawed hand reached inside the stairwell archway and grabbed Nick around his whole body, almost crushing him, and pulled him into the darkness.

"NO!!! NO!!! DON'T PLEASE, AAAAUUUGGGHHH, HELP!!!! NO!!! NO!!! AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!"

Then came the sounds of gore and munching sounds as the Beast down below began to devour Nick.

Gary and Pete began screaming themselves as they had watched what had grabbed Nick and they had heard what had become of him. It wasn't a pleasant ending, in a way he went worse than Howard which was hard to imagine.

Pete cried as he backed away, "What the hell, what the hell is down there, man?"

Gary shook his head, "I don't know. That thing that grabbed Nick looked like some kind of monster."

Pete cried tears of fear, "It's a freaking Rancor, man. It's got to be a freaking Rancor, man?"

"A what?" Gary said with confusion, "What the hell is a Rancor?"

Pete said, "That giant brown monster in Jabba the Hutt's palace that ate that green alien stripper and pig guards. The one Luke Skywalker killed."

Gary almost had to laugh at Pete's stupidity, "You talking Star Wars? Return of the Freaking Jedi? Pete, that was a made up sci-fi movie created by some man that never left his childhood. Like old Mel Brooks and his Spaceballs shit."

Pete cried, "It's got to be, man. It's gotta be George Lucas or Steven Spielberg doing this to us, man."

Gary rolled his eyes and raised his hands in disgust, "Lord help me, it's not any of those. It's probably a Tyrannosaurus Rex or something that was supposed to be extinct years ago, but this serial killer found one."

Pete cried out angrily, "And that's supposed to make me feel better? Thanks Gary, for clearing that up. Makes me feel so much better that it's something probably bigger than a freaking Rancor with lots more teeth. Hey, I saw Jurassic Park\u2026 I remember what he did to that scum sucking lawyer. It'll do the same thing to us, man."

"Calm down, Pete."

They both looked downstairs as they heard a loud burp, then a scattering of bloody bones flew into the lower stairwell as a reminder of what happened to Nick, let alone Howard.

Gary looked at Pete, and Pete looked at Gary. They were both at a loss for words.

The intercom behind them blared, "Round three, who's next?"

Then came the cackling laughter that filled the house and basement too. And yes, your narrator is yours truly, Mister Whiskers.

The End.

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