by Cory Barclay
Recognition came to Steve’s face.
Dale was completely naked, his round, flabby body jiggling as he moved, his dick flopping around at eye level.
Steve and the leprechaun both cried out in dismay at the awful sight.
“Jesus fuck!” Steve yelled, shielding his face from Dale’s loose genitalia.
Dale prepared to bring his bat down on Steve’s skull, his voice still rumbling in horror.
“Dale!” Steve said.
Mid-swing, the big man brought the bat to a stop, just inches from Steve’s head.
Dale squinted strangely.
“S-Steve-o?” he said, completely baffled.
A huge smile spread on Steve’s face as he tried to stand. He was shaking from the near-death experience and almost toppled over. “Fats, you remember me!”
Dale stood up straight and scratched his face and his hairy chest. “Of course I do, man. I still have your business card on my dresser!”
Tears came to Steve’s face as he lunged at his friend and embraced him.
Dale saw over Steve’s shoulder for the first time. He looked upon the face of Aiden O’Shaunessy—a nightmare incarnate.
Dale shoved Steve aside, into a wall, raising his bat again. “Hold on, Steve, a shitty little leprechaun followed you in here like a bloodsucking gnat!”
Steve reached out and grabbed the head of the bat before Dale could swing and either a) burst Aiden’s skull like a watermelon, or b) destroy his own bathroom.
“Wait!” Steve cried.
Another baffled expression overcame Dale.
“He’s a friend this time.” Steve patted Dale’s shoulders.
“This guy? You mean the guy that buried me alive?”
“Trust me, Fats . . . It’s a long story.”
“Dale, what the fuck is going on in there!” a voice called from the nearby bedroom.
“Hold on, Shan, it’s my friends!” Dale yelled cheerily.
“What the fuck are they doing in my bathroom?!”
Dale frowned. “That’s a good question, Steve-o. What the eff are you doing in Shannon’s bathroom?”
Before Steve answered, he faced Aiden. “What happened?”
Aiden shrugged. “Parallel Reflector sent us through a wormhole, I suppose. We’re back on Terrus?”
“Where’s Annabel? Why isn’t she here?”
“No idea, mate,” Aiden said. “I’d heard that the magic mirror didn’t even work anymore. I have no idea how you got it to work.” The leprechaun ran a hand through his curly red hair, then looked down. Unfortunately, his gaze met directly with Dale’s dong and he glanced away. “Could we get this guy some clothes, please?”
Steve was too distracted wondering about Annabel.
Dammit, he thought. It almost worked. Somehow we managed to go through the mirror, but Annabel didn’t make it. Or if she did, she landed somewhere else. She’s probably lost and afraid and alone. I just hope to God she isn’t near my father . . .
I have to find her again.
Steve faced Dale with a smile and put his arm around his big friend’s shoulder.
But at least I have Dale this time.
Dale opened the bathroom door. “Come on, boys, let’s say hello to Shannon. She’s kind of in a tizzy right now . . .” Dale shook his head. “But what’s going on, man? Where’d you come from and what’d I miss? I heard something about a magic mirror and a Flux Capacitor or something?”
Steve chuckled. “Dude, man, have I got a fucking story for you . . .”
TO BE CONTINUED
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THE SPIRIT WATCHER
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About the Author
CORY BARCLAY LIVES in San Diego, California. He enjoys learning about serial killers, people burning, mass executions, and hopes the FBI doesn’t one day look through his Google search history.
When he’s not writing stories he’s probably playing guitar, composing music, hanging with friends, or researching strange things to write about.
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