The Curse of Gary (Part 79)

Victor paused. "It's so far away." "Oh, good grief, you're not a toddler, Gary. You can walk fifty feet by yourself." Victor turned and reached for the torch. "Leave that there," the man snapped. "Eight years old and still afraid of the dark! I didn't have the luxury of battery powered lights when I was... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 78)

Victor stood there half an hour, refusing to take his eyes from the door. Eventually though, after hearing not a peep from outside the room, he lowered his weapon and went and sat on the bed. The adrenaline had left his system, and now his body ached. He checked his shins, his shoulder, his ribs—bruises... Continue Reading →

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