It Lived in Our Basement

By William R. Hicks

A short thriller about a young boy and his brother whose summer days turn cold as they find themselves in the grips of some deadly creature, which dwells in their basement.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William R. Hicks
• Release date: Apr 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476491158

William R. Hicks

William Raymond Hicks is a native of Southern California who met his wife, Elise (also a Southern California native), in 1996 through a transformational workshop environment called Lifespring (now M.I.T.T.). During much personal growth together, William was inspired to begin painting, as well as to co-write Wings: The Journey Home, with Elise in 1997. “Wings” is their first joint book, Our Experiences As Ghosts Aboard Titanic is their second, and ‘The Workbook’ for “Wings” is their third. They have also published 50 Poems & Musings for Ropepullers, which they co-wrote with their brother, Joseph Hicks.William has been painting, journaling, writing poetry, and creating his own works of both fiction and non-fiction. He has written a series of non-fiction books called What Most People Don’t Know..., which touches on alternative views of topics such as The Bible, cancer, money, and life purpose. William has also written a series of fiction books called Adventures with Joe, in which he and his brother, Joe, time-travel together to both the past and the future, come face to face with the paranormal, enter a wormhole to another dimension, and come face to face with alien visitors.William is working on several other books with both Elise and Joseph, as well as more of his own works. William and Elise are students of history, psychology, self-empowerment, metaphysics, and quantum physics, and their intention is to teach what they have learned in a unique, fun, and inspiring way.

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It Lived in Our Basement

A Short Story by William Raymond Hicks

Copyright 2012 William Raymond Hicks & Elizabeth Emily Hicks

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Yes, as the title states, it lived in our basement. To what it am I referring? Well, I’m not completely sure, but this thing was not completely of this world. Now when I say ‘not completely of this world’ I mean exactly that—part of it was definitely not of this world, meaning that nobody put it there and it didn’t get there from the outside as a normal living creature would. No, this poor pitiful thing was some lost soul from a place that none of us have been, or if we have then we surely don’t remember it. Or perhaps we visit this realm in our nightmares—a real place as opposed to some fabrication of the mind. I daresay that it is not some place where any of us want to go when we move on from this life. Some people claim that we don’t move on and that’s fine, but nonetheless there is a transfer of energy from the physical body, which has been measured in grams at the moment when individuals have passed away. This energy exists in some unseen form, which most of us can’t see, less dense but still very real.

Without getting into all of that research here, suffice it to say that this unfortunate being was stuck in this unhappy place; call it purgatory, limbo or the unhappiest place on Earth. The exact reason or reasons why is anyone’s guess but it is most likely due to this soul’s unhealthy attachment to something or someone during its lifetime. It’s like becoming so immersed in a movie that for moments your mind literally forgets that it is in a movie theater. So let’s just say that this particular soul was in one of these long moments—and what is time in its dimension anyway? This is a dimension mostly indifferent to the movement of the Moon around the Earth, the Earth around the Sun and so on.

This specter had created its own little twisted world, whether because it enjoyed life so much that it wasn’t done with it yet, or perhaps it had some unfinished business, a loose end, upon which it was so focused that it became all-encompassing and the