Garry woke up the next morning feeling more exhausted than ever. The events of the past few days had taken a toll on him, both physically and emotionally. He decided to take a break from his research and go for a walk. As he strolled through the quiet streets of his neighborhood, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The thought of Bill Wicepher was constantly on his mind.
As he was walking past the old abandoned house on the edge of town, he noticed a peculiar sight. The front door was slightly ajar, and a faint light was coming from inside. Curiosity overcame his fear, and he cautiously approached the house.
Inside, the house was in a state of disrepair. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and dust covered everything. Despite the darkness, Garry managed to make his way through the cluttered rooms. He eventually found himself in the basement.
The basement was dank and cold, and the air was thick with the smell of decay. In the center of the room, there was a large, wooden chest. Garry approached the chest and carefully lifted the lid. Inside, he found a collection of old, leather-bound books. One of the books caught his eye. It was titled "The Chronicles of Bill Wicepher."
Garry eagerly began to read the book. It was filled with stories of Wicepher's dark deeds and his ability to manipulate the minds of others. As he read, Garry realized that the legends he had heard were true. Bill Wicepher was a real, malevolent entity.
The more Garry read, the more terrified he became. He realized that he was in grave danger. Bill Wicepher was after him, and he wouldn't stop until he had claimed Garry as his victim.