A few final changes; remove text about pre-release copy.

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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,
weve 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}

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@ -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 ---''
@ -238,7 +238,8 @@ gi---
{\em I---yes, good night, Kaitilin. I'll{\ldots}be{\ldots}going{\ldots}now.
{\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.

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@ -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,

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@ -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

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@ -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.

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@ -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

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@ -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,

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@ -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