Erick inched his way out of the room and down the hall. It had to be the basement. That had to the source of
the curse. He reached the basement door and looked up. He had no hands, and the knob towered high above him.
He felt a breeze, and looked straight ahead. The basement door had an inch gap beneath it. Plenty of room to
slip a pair of underwear or a Speedo under. He looked back down the hallway. Any minute he expected Ryan to
scoop him up any second and put him back on. Still no Ryan. Sounds of groans and moans continued to emanate
from the main room. The gay orgy was still in full swing? Perhaps Johnny had joined them?
Erick wriggled under the door and on to the top step of the basement stairs. He inched over to the edge. He
could see the witch hovering near her cauldron. He inched forward and fell on to the next step. The acrid
fumes rising from the cauldron stung his fabric body. He moved forward again..