horrors2

Cota_Froise.The_Horrid.tex

 1\chapauth{Cota Froise}
 2\chapter{The Horrid Reflection - Redux}
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 8I sat at my computer. The email had come again. I was checking my
 9emails in between browsing the Something Horrid forums. My hand
10shook slightly with the mouse in my hand. The white cursor was
11positioned and ready, ready to click. I am an internet detective.
12My name is Luke Bavarious. I like this work.
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14People had been complaining about horrid email attachments coming
15from a mysterious stranger for about a year now and I finally
16decided to see what was going on. I had decided to stop these
17emails.
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19I leaned into the dim monitor light. I saw a single email sitting
20in my `junk' folder, hiding away from me. It was
21strange and suspicious. I raised my mouse and lined my cursor up
22with the icon.
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24``You there{\ldots} What are you then?'' I whispered through the
25darkness.
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27``Open up{\ldots}'' I whispered again.
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29``Beggin' your pardon, but{\ldots} you don't want to open that,'' my young
30son said.
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32``Sure I do. I got a cursor pointed right at it so I'd
33better,'' I replied.
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35``Okay, you asked for it,'' my son mumbled as he began to turn
36around.
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38A chill trickled through the room as I clicked and the picture
39began to load for me. I couldn't see it yet, it was loading on the
40screen.
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42``Get onto the screen.''
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44It inched downward. First its back. Then its arms. Then its ass.
45Then its legs. If you look at the legs. His ass was horrid. There
46was an abundance of red flesh. There was blood leaking from a burst
47blood vessel and he only had one gold ring. There was no face.
48There was no head. Only a hole.
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50I took a step back in astonishment. I gritted my teeth to keep the
51vomit down.
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53I took three more steps forward and I felt my tears glisten in the
54dim light.
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56``I told ya,'' my son said.
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58He screamed and began to run away from me. My mouse was held high
59in the air and was ready to commence my brutality. I clicked the
60right button on my mouse. The click soothed my fear as I saw a
61drop-down menu open and saw the `delete' option make a
62white rectangle over the thing's ass. It kept resisting with the
63assistance of my email provider's inferiority. It had only
64been a split second before I brought up another drop-down menu over
65its ass. The thing was inches away as I dragged and dropped it into
66the Recycle Bin. Two more appeared on my desktop.
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68My palm smashed my forehead terribly powerful. Muscles were
69strained and torn as my head jerked to the side, smashing a window.
70I fell and landed in jagged glass. Dazed I stared again and again
71into the thing's hole. I felt the vomit rising back rhythmically.
72Glass hitting the floor. Me hitting the glass. Vomit showering me.
73I felt my own blood from the side of my head fall and drip. I kept
74staring. The hole was empty. I staggered. I tasted my tears and
75blood mixed into a horrid cocktail. It fell down next to me. A name
76sparkled on the side of his ring. Bavarious.
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78I looked up at the computer screen and saw a horrid reflection.
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