The Curse of Gary (Part 49)

Back in the bedroom, he sat at the desk and returned to the reading that breakfast had postponed. The blue, green, and purple dots on the page appeared for a few seconds as a random burst of bubbles, bright and enchanting—but meaningless. Then Victor began to discern the words spelled out in green dots, reading:... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 48)

There was a spring in Victor's step as he left the kitchen. In the dining room, he took a steak knife from the table as he passed through, toward the door to the room with the fireplace. He turned the door knob and steadied himself. With a flick of his arm the door flung open—Victor... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 47)

He passed through the dining room, digging his toes into the downy carpet as went. In the kitchen doorway, Victor halted and stared. The room was immaculate. Not a single can of Spam littered the floor, there was not a Brussels sprout in sight. The benches were neat and every cabinet door was closed. He... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 46)

Victor's wrist watch alarm managed only one high pitch beep before he switched it off and leapt out of bed. He flattened and fitted the sheets to the mattress, then flicked the blanket out over the bed, where it wavered like a parachute for a moment before dropping. Victor smoothed it and tucked in the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 45)

The ball descended slowly, while increasing in size and brightness. Victor cupped his hands and lifted them to receive the radiant sphere, which assumed a light blue glow as it settled in his palms. Victor smiled as the sphere began revolving rapidly in his hands. It felt like a tingling breeze. Suddenly he felt as... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 44)

The triumphant beast rose, the head of its vanquished enemy still in its mouth. As the rat's limp body dangled, the beast turned its bloodthirsty glare upon Victor. He pressed his hands to the floor, ready to shove himself right back under the bed, but then an odd look came over the beast's face. Its... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 43)

Victor kept fit and had remarkable core strength, yet it wasn't long before he noticed a tremor in his arms: he would not be able to hold himself up much longer. He looked down and saw the rat staring back up at him. His hands began to slip. "Come on." Inch by inch he shuffled... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 42)

Minutes dragged by and Victor's head nodded gradually forward. He rubbed his eyes and slapped his cheek. "Come on. Can't sit here all night." The rat continued watching him. "Gross. Freaking rats. Disgusting." He picked up a pencil from the desk and threw it under the bed. From the shadows a whiskered nose emerged; Victor... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 41)

In the corner by the window, Victor checked the oddly stained floor. "I guess this is the spot." He put the ball of his foot down and leaned his weight onto it. A section of timber broke off beneath him and he fell on his backside as his foot dropped through the gap. "Damn it!"... Continue Reading →

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