You're listening to episode 3 of Grim Gordon,
one case at a time. Upon leaving the house on
the hill, another notification came from Marvin.
Grim, there are more reports of creatures, and
according to my map, the residue appears to
be spreading. I didn't have much time. I need
to find this kid, now. It was then a cold breeze
grazed my pale skin. A thought came to me. Tommy's
room was full of honky stuff. The man I knew
as Quentin used to tell me about his love of
the sport. Marvin, provide me with the nearest
ice ring. There's an ice ring half a mile away.
However, it was closed down two years ago. As
I approached the abandoned building, the residue
was stronger. It was almost a solid gray. A broken
window was my entrance. I knew Tommy was there.
I entered the ring to find creatures of all kinds.
Werewolves, zombies, mummies, and more surrounding
the boy. A dozen foes now stared me down. The
only hope I had was Tommy. In the distance, Tommy
sat in a corner, rocking back and forth. You
need to stop this, Tommy. People are getting
hurt. Your mom is hurting. Tommy didn't answer.
From my left, a bat came flying at me. It shifted
into a man as its feet landed in front of me,
its eyes radiating red. I tightened my grip on
my sword. Sprouting from my fingers, roots gathered
around the guard of the sword. They twisted and
intertwined like a vine. The symbols on my sword
began to illuminate orange. The vampire lunged
at me. And I struck the beast, landing a blow.
Another creature came from my right side. It
was a ghoul. A sword manifested in the ghoul's
hand. A defense mechanism, I thought. The ghoul
was not the only one with a sword. A zombie stood
tall with a longsword in hand. A ghost gripped
an arming sword. Tommy now rocked faster. He
was crying manically. Tommy, listen to me. I
screamed. This isn't you. You can stop all of
this. Tommy looked down. I can't stop this. They
are all I have. You have your mom. I'm not safe
with her. I'm safe with them. They care about
me. They tell me so. It's an illusion, Tommy.
They aren't real. They aren't you. They aren't
real. They're your imagination. Tommy, please.
You must stop this. Says who? Says your father.
My father? I don't have a father. I know your
father. He has the same abilities as you. His
name is Quentin. You don't know him. I saved
him once. From himself. Like I'm trying to do
with you. Prove it. He used to read to you. tell
you stories about creatures and monsters remember
remember the one about the pumpkin man look at
me and i'll prove it tommy then looked at me
i slowly released the veil i had to not scare
him my stem grew as the hair faded my pumpkin
flesh overtaking the pale white skin tommy's
eyes went wide in fear as this happened Behind
Tommy, a shadow grew on the wall. Tommy, I'm
a friend. I promise. You need to trust me. The
shadow was now my size. The pit in my stomach
growing. Grim? Gordon? Tommy said, shaking. Yes,
now let me help you. As a tear fell from Tommy's
eyes, the shadow began to fade. It's going to
be okay. We'll find your dad, I said. I put my
hand out for Tommy. Tommy took my hand and we
walked out of that place. As we walked, I used
the spell to create the veil once again. What
happened to your face? asked the boy. I don't
want to scare you or others. Oh, you aren't as
scary as my dad said. This made me smile. We
walked until we reached the cinema. This is a
safe place, I promise. I said to Tommy as we
looked to the projector screen. Tommy grasped
my hand. Tommy took a deep breath and then nodded
with his head. With a whisper, we were now in
the black and white. I introduced Tommy to Jasmine
and asked if she would watch him. Once she saw
Quentin and the boy, there was no hesitation.
I left the rehab center to find it was Halloween.
Meanwhile, in the realm of color, I had one last
thing to do. I collected my pay from the mother
and with it paid for her rehab. It was the least
I could do for an old friend like Quentin. I
left the rehab center to find it was Halloween.
I truly forgot with all the chaos. One day a
year when I could truly be myself. I walked down
the streets openly, The fresh air against my pumpkin
flesh. Kids ran past me with bags of candy in
hand. Parents just admired the quality of the
mask. Little did they know this was my true self.
The veil was the mask. According to the news
the following week, the headlines ran, mass hysteria
and the psychological effects of social media
and Halloween. The world might never be ready
for the truth, but I'll still carve out my own
path. This has been Grim Gordon, one case at
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This production has been written, narrated, and
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