Free IT LIVES IN THE BASEMENT by Sahara Foley

The earliest sample, before today, came from a small town in Australia I cannot begin to pronounce.  I have other samples from England, Germany, Africa, Thailand, Canada, the United States, and Russia and China. 
    “ I am unable to find a pattern, and not being a doctor, I cannot discover the correct genetic combination needed for the birth process to begin.  But all these young men had that same genetic combination, of that I am certain.  I do not know at what age a host is no longer viable for their birth, so I take no chances.
    “Now John, remember my story about the giant, fiery vessel, the ancient God Conquite arrived in, and the slimy pit?  Well, it is my belief, not without reason, the pool that had been a well, was turned into a waste holding tank for the refuse ejected from the vessel.  The pool ended up being a septic tank , an ancient one, probably the first one.  And all throughout history, those Tescara seen ejaculating into those special pools, they were sewer drains, or pools where the local people dumped their bodily wastes. 
    “ All over the civilized world, I believe there are Tescara, on nights when the Moon is full, doing exactly as their ancestors had done, and they may even be those ancestors.  They ejaculate in toilets now, and flush their sperm away, where somehow their sperm stays alive and looks for the proper birth host.
    “I know you will find this an outlandish thought, but think for a moment , please.  Have you ever sat on a toilet and felt something touch you near your anus, or your genitals?  Those are the Tescara sperm looking for the proper genetic combination host to crawl into and be born.  I am sure there are many women who have the proper genetic combination, but the Tescara is not born from them, only in the men.
    “So, you all th ink Alvarez is a crazy fool, then I shall leave you now.  Think about what I have told you before you begin your search, because what you have waiting for you downstairs, and every toilet in the world, is the genetic mutation from the ancient God Conquite.”  The thin, little man sauntered into the living room, where he found that his neatly folded overcoat had mysteriously fallen into the puddle of puke, four feet away.
    As Alvarez picked his overcoat up, a nervous Rickerman asked, Uh, Sergeant?  Exactly what did you mean when you said you don’t take any chances?”
    The thin, little man looked at him, shook his vomit-covered coat out and replied, “Officer, I am fifty-eight years old.  I do not know how old a male has to be before he is no longer a viable host to birth a Tescara.  Just because so far the victims are all young men does nothing to allay my fears. So it is simple.  When you use the toilet, do not sit down.”
    The clanking of heavy chains and spinning of tires echoed around the houses, as the green Blazer slowly plowed through the snowdrifts on the city street.  The illegal Mexicans brave enough, peeked out from behind closed curtains, watching the green Blazer as it slipped and slid its way out of the neighborhood.  Crow ded inside the Blazer were eight people, two in blue police uniforms
     
     
     
    EL MUERTE
     
     
    He ’s John Carter, and today is his sixtieth birthday.  Swatting a mosquito, he reflected on his life, while sitting on a picnic table near the water’s edge in the camping grounds of Cunningham Lake, north of Omaha.  After being discharged from the Air Force Air Police back in 1958, he joined the Omaha, Nebraska police force.  That was thirty-two years ago and sometimes felt like several lifetimes ago, especially the last few years.  In his ten years as an air policeman and his thirty-two years as a cop, he didn’t have one blemish on his record, although he had many distinctions.  He had a reputation for being a sane, rational, reliable man.
    So why was he planning to do something that ’s sounding crazier and crazier?  A plan that could ruin thirty-two years of excellent service, and