The Curse of Gary (Part 131)

Victor clapped his hands together. “Yes! I knew it. That’s the best news I’ve heard in three days. All right, so, help me out here—what’s in that room? How do I defeat it? Gary?” Gary looked down and took a deep breath. “Before I tell you that... I need to ask you... As you enter... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 130)

“Great. I need to know how many more rooms are cursed. As far as I can figure, there’s only the room next door left to go. I think all the downstairs rooms are curse-free, but there may be some I haven’t found yet. Are there any more rooms downstairs?” Gary’s grey eyebrows squished together in... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 129)

He was in the study, which was now free of dairy products and decapitated corpses. It was exactly as it had been when he first entered it—the bookshelves, the desk, the globe, the reading chair—only this time Gary’s stepfather was absent. Victor sat behind the desk, staring at it in silence. After five minutes there... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 128)

Victor laughed and moved around the desk, skipping as he went, and singing, “Arthur is a buttface, Arthur is a buttface.” Arthur’s head squeezed down to the size of a small rockmelon, and his eyes puffed out, now outmatching the size of his head. He shook his fist and tried to yell, but only a... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 127)

“It has been almost two years since I married your mother,” began Gary’s stepfather, “and I must say I was rather looking forward to raising a young lad—having no son of my own, you see.” He sighed and shook his head. “But how you have disappointed me, Gary.” The sword fell from Victor’s hand. “You... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 126)

At the top of the staircase, Victor looked both ways along the hall: it was quiet and still—almost pleasant. He turned to his left and walked slowly; two unopened doors waited at the end, on the right-hand side. He stopped in front of the first door and looked it up and down. Shifting his sword,... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 125)

Victor found himself in a dark, musty wine cellar. He still had the scimitar the wolf knight had given him, but every other trace of the great hall was gone. Tall wooden racks, cradling hundreds of dusty wine bottles, spanned the walls. A small candle in each corner of the room cast a feeble light.... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 124)

The light surrounded Victor and hurled him into the air. He tumbled through nothingness, a great wind rushing against him. By lying face down with his arms outstretched he found his balance; the wind seemed to glide beneath him and support him. The golden light changed to an infinite pale blue, with far-off patches of... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 123)

Victor leapt from his seat. “That’s it? We’re done?” The Spectre nodded. “We just need to clean up, put everything back where it was.” The knights rose from their stools and picked up their weapons, conversing excitedly about all the things Victor had taught them. “Sir Victor,” said the ram knight, from across the circle,... Continue Reading →

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