The Curse of Gary (Part 24)

There was a clunk and a grunt. Victor looked up. "Ow, sh**," said the blind man. He stood beside the table, rubbing his hip. "Need some help, Gloucester?" asked Victor. "Because if you can't see with those glasses—" "Nay!" yelled the blind man. With his right hand he held the glasses to his face; his... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 23)

The blind man placed the gun on the floor by his feet. "To think," he said, "that Gloucester may yet see the Daystar rise upon England's emerald dales once more. The blush of autumn, the bloom of spring—and to look upon thy face again, Edgar, my son." He smiled and sighed, but then his look... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 22)

"My son," pleaded the blind man, through a scowl. "Edgar, apple of mine eye, dost thou live?" Victor's every muscle tensed as leeches crawled on his neck. There was a crack high above, and part of the uppermost shelf collapsed, tipping its books like dominoes onto one another until the final one teetered on the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 21)

The blind man removed his hood and blood spurted from his empty eye sockets as though shot from a pump action water gun. Victor dropped his jacket and stumbled back, trying to shield his face. For a solid minute the gory sprinklers drenched the room, only tapering off to a dribble after having turned the... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 20)

Out in the hall Victor squirmed and jumped around as though trying to shake a cluster of spiders from his skin. He wiped his hand on his pants, the wall, the floor, the bottom of his shoe—anything to try and scrape the putrid slime from his fingers where he had touched the doorknob. "Argh! Gross!... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 19)

He looked up at the ceiling and a plump raindrop smacked him in the eye. "Argh," he moaned, rubbing away the offending liquid. "It's raining bloody lemon juice." Victor sat curled beneath his jacket until the rain stopped, and then got to his feet. The library around him was bright again and instantly dry, while... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 18)

The cloaked figure tilted his head upon hearing Victor's voice. "Hark!" declared the figure, in a deep, overly dramatic tone. "What treacherous melody assaileth mine ears? Doth! Be it thou, Edgar?" The figure's elocution was impeccable; his grasp of language was lacking. "Forsooth, cruel fortune. Ye!" "Um... My name is Victor. I'm just, uh, trying... Continue Reading →

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