diff --git a/horrors2.ltx b/horrors2.ltx index d0139dc..7cc761f 100644 --- a/horrors2.ltx +++ b/horrors2.ltx @@ -30,6 +30,7 @@ Ba-var-ius hid-eous mos-qui-toes + may-be } \renewcommand\listfigurename{Illustrations} @@ -75,15 +76,6 @@ copy, can be found at \url{http://gitorious.org/horrors2/book}. \hbox{} \vfill -This is a pre-release copy of {\em Horrors 2}, a freely redistributable -ebook. This copy is made available for proofreading; a final copy will -be published for anyone to download, along with instructions on how to -print it and bind it into a real hardcover or paperback book. For the -latest, check the thread on the Something Awful Forums at -\url{http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3167703}. - -\vfill - The authors would probably like to dedicate this book to the authors. I am instead dedicating this book to anyone who has ever vomited tears and/or blood. Stay strong, pukers. @@ -120,7 +112,7 @@ time. Now, thanks to the internet, Ben's masterwork has received a second wind. In fact, many people were inspired by Ben's work. This compilation is the result of that inspiration. With Ben's permission, -we’ve included a few of his most terrifying tales. What follows are a +we've included a few of his most terrifying tales. What follows are a series of stories that aim to establish the same unique brand of horror as the master of terror himself. These stories emulate, derive, or pay homage to the classic Biddickian stories from Horrors. Many use Ben's @@ -272,6 +264,7 @@ inspire you to take up the torch of Biddickian horror as well. \include{stories/and_Into.The_Truly_} \include{stories/JuicedSixFo.Haunted_Alley} \include{stories/Baron_von_Eevl.The_Horrid} +\include{stories/A_Child_s_Letter.The_Mirror} diff --git a/stories/A_Child_s_Letter.Yellow_Eye.tex b/stories/A_Child_s_Letter.Yellow_Eye.tex index 1362b09..bc9f4fb 100644 --- a/stories/A_Child_s_Letter.Yellow_Eye.tex +++ b/stories/A_Child_s_Letter.Yellow_Eye.tex @@ -113,7 +113,7 @@ He knocked again and followed with: ``Police! Open up!'' He thought he could faintly make out the sounds of a children's program, probably coming from a television. The giggling subsided, replaced with whispered commands. Something ponderous within the -apartment dragged---or was dragged---across the +apartment dragged --- or was dragged --- across the floor. @@ -123,7 +123,7 @@ Then, silence. Bavarious was about to knock again when, suddenly, the door opened, -and a little girl---no more than six or seven, answered. +and a little girl --- no more than six or seven, answered. @@ -138,8 +138,8 @@ glimpsed something twist subtly in the shadows. He blinked. -``I don't h---I mean, no, officer, they're not. My mama died -when I was little, and my daddy, he's{\ldots}um{\ldots}he's---'' +``I don't h --- I mean, no, officer, they're not. My mama died when I +was little, and my daddy, he's{\ldots}um{\ldots}he's ---'' @@ -148,7 +148,7 @@ voice. -``---he's out buying more beer.'' She suppressed a laugh. +``--- he's out buying more beer.'' She suppressed a laugh. @@ -162,12 +162,12 @@ downright icy. -``Officer, it's past my bedtime. I need to---you need to +``Officer, it's past my bedtime. I need to --- you need to leave.'' -``Mi---'' +``Mi ---'' @@ -179,7 +179,7 @@ Though he couldn't explain it, Bavarious sensed an impossible authority in her voice. An authority that hadn't been there moments ago. He glanced at her again and thought for a moment her eyes were glowing, yellow, bending his will to hers. He shook his head and -looked back into the apartment---anything to get away from that +looked back into the apartment --- anything to get away from that jaundiced gaze! That's when he noticed what appeared to be a rust-colored trail leading from an overturned Igloo cooler toward another room in the apartment. @@ -230,16 +230,17 @@ new master now. {\em Good night, Officer Bavarious.} projected the little -gi--- +gi --- -{\em Her name is Kaitilin. How do I know that? How d---} +{\em Her name is Kaitilin. How do I know that? How d ---} -{\em I---yes, good night, Kaitilin. I'll{\ldots}be{\ldots}going{\ldots}now. -If{\ldots}if that's all right{\ldots}} +{\em I --- yes, good night, Kaitilin. I'll{\ldots} be{\ldots} +going{\ldots} now. +If{\ldots} if that's all right{\ldots}} @@ -248,7 +249,7 @@ If{\ldots}if that's all right{\ldots}} Luke Bavarious awoke outside of an apartment building somewhere -near Forty-second Street and Dyer Avenue, sprawled across the hood +near Forty-second Street and Dyer Avenue, spra\-wl\-ed across the hood of his car. The sun had just begun to rise above the tangled mass of skyscrapers all around him. His mouth tasted like vinegar, and he smelled like a slaughterhouse. diff --git a/stories/BatsBjorg.The_Horrid.tex b/stories/BatsBjorg.The_Horrid.tex index 3b5fc3a..070144d 100644 --- a/stories/BatsBjorg.The_Horrid.tex +++ b/stories/BatsBjorg.The_Horrid.tex @@ -19,7 +19,7 @@ Luke Bavarious could hear the sounds of the Mets game from the living room. He could also hear the sound of another Coors popping open. His father's alcoholism had become publicly known sense his mother had left. Luke Bavarious thought his father was probably -about halfway through his Coors consumption. The Coors consumption +about halfway through his Coors consumption. The consumption varied based on how poorly the Mets were playing, and right now they were on a hell of a skid. Luke Bavarious got a not-unwelcome rush from thinking the word ``hell.'' Hell, hell, hell, diff --git a/stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex b/stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex index 8389f11..2e43fb6 100644 --- a/stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex +++ b/stories/Brushingworth.Chamber_Po.tex @@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ Feebly, Luke Bavarious reached into his mouth and pushed on his molar. He winced as it shifted unpleasantly in its socket. Pain shot down his jaw and Bavarious clenched the edge of the sink. The -dried blood caked onto his hand cracked and fell into the sink in +dried blood caked onto his hand cra\-cked and fell into the sink in large flat scabs. Bavarious raised his head and turned on the water, hot all the way. Steam rose from the large sink. Bavarious was in the basement of his office building. The door he had just diff --git a/stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex b/stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex index 1ad15d4..be7c42a 100644 --- a/stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex +++ b/stories/Dirty_Sanchez.A_Tin_of_P.tex @@ -28,7 +28,7 @@ It all started with a can of overpriced popcorn. You know the kind, one half covered with a powdery orange substance that's supposed to be cheese and the rest a solid brick of caramel and popcorn that requires an ice pick to break apart. The popcorn itself was not my -problem but rather the scrawny kid who brought it. Timmy was his +problem but rather the scr\-awny kid who brought it. Timmy was his name, or was it Tommy? It doesn't matter. All that mattered were my Captain's words to me in his office that morning. diff --git a/stories/The_Iron_Fury.The_Horrid.tex b/stories/The_Iron_Fury.The_Horrid.tex index d587916..c283c48 100644 --- a/stories/The_Iron_Fury.The_Horrid.tex +++ b/stories/The_Iron_Fury.The_Horrid.tex @@ -39,7 +39,7 @@ her claw-like grasp. As soon as she was in the dank room, a slap encircled my raw face. Blazed like the fury for which she was aptly named. -``How dare you leave me in Mexico,'' she sneered. I sneered back at +``How dare you leave me in Mexico,'' she sneered. I snee\-red back at her sneer. ``How dare you shack up with that drug lord,'' I returned with equal diff --git a/stories/Unununium.The_Scarec.tex b/stories/Unununium.The_Scarec.tex index 7ae1ec4..c017053 100644 --- a/stories/Unununium.The_Scarec.tex +++ b/stories/Unununium.The_Scarec.tex @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ to the center of the field. Looking out, he knew he had a long way to go. His revolver sat snuggly in his jean pockets. He wasn't afraid to use it if he was heard. -Luke's sneakers sunk into the moist soil, as he crept through the +Luke's white sneakers sunk into the moist soil, as he crept through the corn field. He knew something was up. The full moon shined brightly into the center of the corn field. In the center of the field stood a mounted scarecrow. Its eyes beamed like an illuminating light, diff --git a/stories/gigz.What_Went_.tex b/stories/gigz.What_Went_.tex index c150a0d..0ef1ad6 100644 --- a/stories/gigz.What_Went_.tex +++ b/stories/gigz.What_Went_.tex @@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ sleep last night. I wasn't up late, and I fell asleep right away. I woke up on time, I had a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice, and I made it to school without being rushed. -It's 11:32. Class is continuing as normal, and Mrs. Trencher +It's 11:32. Class is continuing as normal, and Mrs. Tren\-cher didn't notice me sleeping. Then again, she is the type of professor that continues on with her lesson with, or without, your participation. If you miss the material, it is your own fault. I