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\chapauth{Cota Froise}
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\chapter{The Horrid Reflection - Redux}
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I sat at my computer. The email had come again. I was checking my
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emails in between browsing the Something Horrid forums. My hand
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shook slightly with the mouse in my hand. The white cursor was
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positioned and ready, ready to click. I am an internet detective.
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My name is Luke Bavarious. I like this work.
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People had been complaining about horrid email attachments coming
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from a mysterious stranger for about a year now and I finally
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decided to see what was going on. I had decided to stop these
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emails.
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I leaned into the dim monitor light. I saw a single email sitting
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in my `junk' folder, hiding away from me. It was
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strange and suspicious. I raised my mouse and lined my cursor up
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with the icon.
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``You there{\ldots} What are you then?'' I whispered through the
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darkness.
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``Open up{\ldots}'' I whispered again.
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``Beggin' your pardon, but{\ldots} you don't want to open that,'' my young
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son said.
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``Sure I do. I got a cursor pointed right at it so I'd
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better,'' I replied.
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``Okay, you asked for it,'' my son mumbled as he began to turn
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around.
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A chill trickled through the room as I clicked and the picture
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began to load for me. I couldn't see it yet, it was loading on the
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screen.
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``Get onto the screen.''
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It inched downward. First its back. Then its arms. Then its ass.
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Then its legs. If you look at the legs. His ass was horrid. There
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was an abundance of red flesh. There was blood leaking from a burst
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blood vessel and he only had one gold ring. There was no face.
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There was no head. Only a hole.
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I took a step back in astonishment. I gritted my teeth to keep the
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vomit down.
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I took three more steps forward and I felt my tears glisten in the
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dim light.
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``I told ya,'' my son said.
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He screamed and began to run away from me. My mouse was held high
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in the air and was ready to commence my brutality. I clicked the
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right button on my mouse. The click soothed my fear as I saw a
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drop-down menu open and saw the `delete' option make a
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white rectangle over the thing's ass. It kept resisting with the
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assistance of my email provider's inferiority. It had only
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been a split second before I brought up another drop-down menu over
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its ass. The thing was inches away as I dragged and dropped it into
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the Recycle Bin. Two more appeared on my desktop.
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My palm smashed my forehead terribly powerful. Muscles were
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strained and torn as my head jerked to the side, smashing a window.
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I fell and landed in jagged glass. Dazed I stared again and again
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into the thing's hole. I felt the vomit rising back rhythmically.
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Glass hitting the floor. Me hitting the glass. Vomit showering me.
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I felt my own blood from the side of my head fall and drip. I kept
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staring. The hole was empty. I staggered. I tasted my tears and
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blood mixed into a horrid cocktail. It fell down next to me. A name
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sparkled on the side of his ring. Bavarious.
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I looked up at the computer screen and saw a horrid reflection.
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Suddenly, I was sobbing.
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