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.:::::. .:::::::::. Home for the Holidays
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.::: :::::: :::. :::: :::: Toxic File #15
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: :: : :::::::. by Gross Genitalia
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:::: : ::::: [ Centre of Eternity ]
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:::: oxic :::......::::: hock [ 615.552.5747 ]
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:::::::::::: :::::::::: [HQ for The Esoteric Society]
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We lit the candles on the table and placed around it the food of feast,
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their aromas wisping around our heads and filling us with feelings of joy
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and holiday spirit. It was Christmas time; the tree was lit, green and red
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decorations specked the house. And among this joy our happiness was doused
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with gasoline; my sister was brewing among us.
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She had come home for this Christmas; last year she had stayed away at her
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college and spent the season with her boyfriend and their family. This year
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we were graced with her presence...and his. She brought her boyfriend home.
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I do not know if this was Fetus' mischievous way of suffering us, but what
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a misery it quickly became.
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The tale I am about to tell is merely that; a tale. Although wherever
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possible, I have included some aspect of truth. I will not lie and make up
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junk and present it to you, I will instead use a style of the great author
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Mark Twain: "I just stretch the truth a little".
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We gathered around the table on Christmas Day; my parents, my grandmother,
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my sister and her boyfriend, and myself; and returned thanks for our meal.
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We all sat and began passing around the bowls and platters of food.
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Occasionally I would pick up a handful of sweet potato casserole and send it
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sliding through my sister's hair. She would return the favor and send across
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several slices of cranberry sauce, landing the crimson jellyish flying saucers
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in my face. My parents did not approve of such behavior in such an "established
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household", nor did my sister's boyfriend approve of her behavior. My
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grandmother all the while sat in a daze, gazing into her own private world,
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thinking of all of her OTHER grandchildren. Occasionally she would return and
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take a few bites of turkey, or whatever the hell animal muscle and fat we were
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eating. I enjoyed the food, but didn't exactly enjoy the meal as a whole. Aside
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from the food throwing and putting disgusting mixtures of food into each
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other's drinks, my sister kept kicking me under the table. Once I took my steak
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knife and slashed at her jeans, but I didn't cut through to the skin. She tried
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to slip a foot between my legs and flatten my genitals, but a fork through the
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shoe stopped that one. I later returned the present by wrapping my feet around
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her legs and yanking them towards me, which in turn slammed her tits into the
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corner of the table. That pretty much ended the table fighting, but by that
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time I was through eating.
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How could it seem like my sister was in COLLEGE? A 4.0 student in the field
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of pre-med, majoring in biology, and in a well-known sorority... playing
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footsie at the table? My sister and I all of our lives have tried our simple
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BEST to bug the shit out of each other. Why stop now? Maybe her boyfriend's
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personality and style was holding her down. He did not make his grades to
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stay in a fraternity, he hardly studied, he acted like a kid... he and my
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sister had strange little pet names for each other... could any of that be at
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cause? Who knows, and quite frankly who CARES.
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I do however love my sister, she frequently understands me (although there are
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some things and ideals we never have and never WILL agree on). We have lived
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together for some 13 years of my life, and in the past couple of years she has
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been away at college, I have missed her alot.
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But this time was different. I had become good friends with Bloody Afterbirth.
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Toxic Shock had formed. My sister did not particularly like Afterbirth, and one
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night while she was home they got into it about several different things.
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Academic goals. Occupational goals. They simply did not agree and a fight broke
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out. I thought mine and Afterbirth's friendship was on the line (we had just
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found out some really deep things about each other) and Afterbirth sought
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revenge on my sister for having been ripped apart inside by her comments. As
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reality have it he decided against revenge and I discouraged it. But hell peace
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has no place in a file so I will insert a bit of truth-stretching.
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So BA (Bloody Afterbirth, gee didn'cha piece that one together?) sought his
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revenge. He knew one of my sister's close friends, and went secretly to him
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and found out my sister's full name and social security number. This "friend"
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had found these things by going thru her purse when they went together some
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time ago. Ah, look at this. He also found her South Central Bell CALLING
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CARD... ahem. Even though BA found that it was only a restricted home-call-only
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card, he used it to his advantage to call me from various places around the
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country. He distributed the number throughout the country for all to use. Soon
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the phone company got suspicious, and needless to say my parents too, and
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cancelled the card.
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He later travelled to the western part of the state, right down to the
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river country and found out where my sister lived at her college. He followed
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her around and figured out her lifestyle. And then he followed her to her
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boyfriend's home.
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BA practiced his best house-trashing techniques. He spraypainted lewd things
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on the front of the house. He set off a smoke bomb in the mailbox and dug
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holes in the yard. He climbed up on the roof and ripped off the shingles and
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threw them in the yard. He dropped several M-80's down the chimney and jumped
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off the house. As he jumped into his car he saw the lights turn on from
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within the house so he sped away into the night. Then he came back from within
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the night with a nice frozen Coke from McDonald's. In a quiet residential
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neighborhood with a speed limit of 15mph, BA sped by the boyfriend's house
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at approx. 80mph, and a "casual friend" within BA's car tossed the frozen
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coke at the smoke-filled mailbox. The smoke within escaped rapidly from the
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hole which the Coke had inflicted, and the effect was nice.
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But first things first; that happened after Christmas, in about mid-January
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of the New Year. After we had finished our meal we all gathered around the
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Christmas Tree and distributed presents. My sister and I took it as business,
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not as a family exchanging gifts.
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My grandmother watched as my sister and I opened our gifts from her. My sister
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received some bizarre useless gadgets to go in her new apartment at college.
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I received some kind of rock that she had bought on her trip to the Desert
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in Arizona. It was..well..a rock. Nothing more, nothing less. Both of us did
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however receive in the gift a decent sum of cash so we were proud of our gifts
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and thanked her for them.
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I gave my sister a pair of shoes to match another one of her uselessly
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expensive outfits. I also gave her a few things to use in the kitchen (my mom
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had picked them out and bought them) of her new apartment.
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She got me two tapes I had been wanting. We were proud of each other's gifts
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and oddly enough we were on mutual terms and thanked each other.
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There were more gifts that were exchanged and them it was off to my room to
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listen to my tapes. As we listened to one of the tapes I flipped on my
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screen to see who was on the board. It was BA, and he scrolled a nice big
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message up the screen that read "Merry Christmas to Your Sister, that Communist
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Bitch!" My sister froze as BA logged off and the electricity in our house went
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dead. The phones would not even work. A door slammed downstairs. We made our
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way back to the den where the rest of the family was shaking in horror. My dad
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was about to go downstairs to investigate but we held him back, we did not
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think it a good idea. It was already starting to get dark on this wintery day.
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We heard the Mystery Visitor creeping up the stairs, creaking at every step.
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We all moved into the hallway and my dad grabbed his gun from a nearby closet.
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He nervously loaded in two .357 shells and pointed the gun steadily at the
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door. The creaking stopped and we feared the Visitor was about to open the
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door. But he did not, and silence spread over the house for several minutes.
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The door splintered open and the dark burly figure of BA appeared in front
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of us. He said, "Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!" and lunged forward at my sister.
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My sister yelled, "You pig loser schmuck it's Christmas Day and you want to
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come terrorize us and claim my little brother's soul!" My dad slammed both
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shots into BA's chest and BA disappeared with a wisping sound and a puff of
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smoke. He was not dead; he just disappeared. Almost as soon and the smoke
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cleared our electricity returned and I heard my computer in the other room
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booting itself back up. Things returned to normal.
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Needless to say the rest of Christmas Day was not too enjoyable; everyone
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was uneasy about the bizarre events which had occurred. We all went to bed,
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and my dad slept with his gun nearby.
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The next day seemed pretty normal, the only out-of-the-ordinary event
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which occurred was a huge fight between my cat and the next-door neighbor's
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dog. My cat tore the dog up, but the dog did not go away defeated; he bit a
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big plug out of my cat's back. We put poor kitty in the basement to heal for
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a few days and I landed quite a few BB's in that dog's ass.
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It wasn't until New Year's Eve that my sister had another run in with BA.
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She had gone alone to the Minit Mart to fill up her car with gas. She pulled
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the car around to the side and went in to pay and scan through the rental
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movies. As she turned to leave she saw on a security monitor behind the
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desk the face of BA, grinning maliciously and saying "Yeah Bitch, nice
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evening ain't it?" My sister looked around hysterically and saw no sign of BA.
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It seemed to the lady working the counter that nothing had happened. She
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then saw BA emerge from a back room of the Minit Mart. She screamed in an
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unheard horror and ran from the convenience store and jumped in her car. It
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would not start. BA came slowly out of the store and toward her car. She
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locked all the doors and continued to try and turn the engine over. BA reached
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for the door handle and tugged. He saw it was locked. He reared his fist back
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ready to punch the window out when the engine turned over and my sister
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wheeled out. BA landed his punch at the thin air where the car had been. My
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sister pulled onto the highway and headed for home.
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But she looked into her rearview mirror and saw a white Chevelle shining
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high beams into the car. How could it be? It was BA, right on her bumper.
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She turned onto the street by our house but could not pull in; BA was fast
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onto her bumper and would slow down for nothing. They chased around the
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neighborhood and finally my sister made a break for our house. But how
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could she jump out and get inside without BA jumping out and grabbing her
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while she unlocked the door? She drove on down the driveway and out into the
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yard. BA was behind her, and drove into the yard. My sister drove through the
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back of our property, flattening the picnic table, small trees, the neighbor's
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dogpen, the DOG along with it... it was total chaos and all the neighbors
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came to see just what the hell was happening. BA was still on her bumper, and
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didn't allow her room nor time to turn back onto the street, so my sister flew
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across another road and into yet another yard. Two dogs were mating by the road
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and were not phased until the saw the blast of oncoming headlights. The male
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did not have time to remove any anatomy, so to avoid near death by BA's right
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front wheel, they stayed attached and hopped out of the way.
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The chase continued until finally a very concerned and PISSED neighbor emerged
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from his house with a 10-gauge shotgun and yelled "This bullshit has got to
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stop...NOW!!!" and with that he slammed 3 shots into windshield of BA's car.
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The car came to a halt and crashed into a large oak tree. My sister broke for
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the road and drove to our house, horrified.
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When the car was searched there was no sign of BA. The seemingly invincible
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Bloody Afterbirth had failed at his tricks again, or had he? He kept
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disappearing. The media, disappointed at no interview with the alleged killer
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Afterbirth, they dispersed and went to various establishments to type up lies
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and bullshitty stories for the next day's newspaper and film souped-up
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special-effect TV briefs.
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My sister was terrified. Her boyfriend sought revenge on BA. My sister and
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he drove to BA's house. To their astonishment, BA himself came to the door.
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He stood there solemnly and said nothing. My sister's boyfriend landed a
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stone punch into BA's groin, BA did not blink an eye. He stood there.
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Amazed, he landed another punch in BA's stomach. Nothing. He pulled out a
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knife and stabbed BA in the chest area. Nothing no blood or anything. He
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pulled out a .44 and slammed 4 shots into BA's head. Nothing at all. "Holy
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shit this guy's invincible!" he screamed as he backed off and slammed another
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shot at BA. The real BA threw the mannequin aside and said "No I'm just
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somewhat intelligent but I guess your Bitch can't comprehend that." and
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slammed the door. BA slammed a shot at the door which splintered it. He
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rushed inside after BA and saw no one. He ran down the hall - no one. He dove
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down the stairs in a rage...someone. BA was standing there, holding a long
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LONG machette. Boyfriend raised his .44 and lined the sight up with BA's
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forehead. BA's face lowered and a look of fright swept across it. Boyfriend
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slowly eased back on the trigger and braced his arm for the blast and kick
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of the gun. Click! His arm didn't seem to move. Click. Click click click
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click SON OF A BITCH! Boyfriend dove back up the spiral staircase but was
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stopped as the clench of BA's hand around his ankle stopped his fruitless
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efforts of escape. BA stuck the machette at Boyfriend's face and said,
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"Hello, meet Phred's cousin Phrank. Phrank don't like you at all, you
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scum-sucking puny shitsmellin wipe of fuckin snot!" BA raised the machette
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above Boyfriend, ready to slice him into small chunks when suddenly he
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felt the machette being ripped from his hands. He turned around sharply to
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see the mean foot of my sister planting into his groin. He went to his
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knees in a vast pain; Boyfriend shoved the long barrel down BA's pants
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and wedged it up his ass. The two ran from the house and my sister set off
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a pipe bomb on the roof. The blast of the powerful pipe bomb which I
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had built sent BA's body flying out a window and wriggling onto the
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driveway. The body convulsed briefly then stiffened; BA was dead.
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Returning home the two told me everything that had happened. Word was going
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all over my board that BA was dead. We did finally finish listening to my
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tapes. Later that evening I flipped on the screen to go in and let my sister
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and her boyfriend play a little Test Drive II. He liked racing the powerful
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Lamborghini Countach while my sister preferred to stay with the sleek
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Ferrari Testarossa. But someone was on the board, I told them to wait until
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whoever it was logged off. The picture tube warmed up and text formed on the
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screen. It read:
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---------------------------------[Page: On]---------------------------------
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20 - Bloody Afterbirth of The Hole, Hell CM:250 CT:1 UL:243 DL:86 BP:340
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#10293 Last on:12/30/89 P/W: XXXXXXXX Flg:1111111100000000000111111100000000
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Hello Gross Genitalia...I have a greeting for your sister.
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Nothing like a good pipe bomb to soothe one's soul. Your boyfriend's a
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damned geek...and I am not finished with you yet.
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One..two..The Blood of the Afterbirth's coming for you!
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.s
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Saving, please wait...saved.
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Terminate connection? Yes
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Goodbye Bloody Afterbirth...
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Time on: 5 mins 45 secs
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Thanks for calling...call back and bring some files
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[GBBS Pro 1.3j Copyright L&L Enterprises]
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[MACOS Copyright 1989 The Captain of TCQ]
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None of us could believe that BA had survived the blast let alone called my
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board. But yet his Bloody body was found and pronounced dead at the scene.
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How could he have called? Maybe he contacted me before his period of
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reincarnation to set revengefulness on my sister and her boyfriend. Maybe
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I had had too much beer and my sister and her boyfriend too much sex, and
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we were hallucinating the whole thing. I think not.
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This file meant nothing to no one and you would have to know how it went
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between Bloody Afterbirth, my sister, and myself to fully understand why
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such events popped up in my twisted mind. But nonetheless, I hope you gain
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some aspect of demented entertainment from this file, and I wish everyone
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a Merry Christmas. And may your dog not get run over in the New Year.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock.
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The Followers of Fetus are: Tasty Abortion, Twisted Testicles, Fetal Juice,
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Bloody Afterbirth, and Gross Genitalia.
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