Free Necro Files: Two Decades of Extreme Horror by Cheryl Mullenax (Ed) Page B

roof of his mouth, and into his tender brain. He fell forward into the campfire and burnt his face off while the ranger rounded up the rest of the All-American family …
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    October 19
    My attorney wanted me to go for an insanity plea. I fired him and got myself another lawyer with a less attractive track record.
    I keep telling them what I want, but they don’t seem to take me seriously.
    I want to fry.
    I want the juice to surge through my body until my veins pop and I begin to sizzle like a slab of raw meat on a hot griddle.
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    October 31
    Bedtime story. Part Four.
    My, Grandma, what big eyes you have … lying in the palm of my hand.
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    November 4
    Boy, do I miss Nam. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, I miss it so.
    I volunteered to go, you know. Not because I was patriotic, but because I heard there was a lot of weird shit going on over there. Some of the other grunts thought I was nuts for signing up, but they didn’t understand. They all hated the Nam, while, for me, it was pure paradise.
    The first day there, the platoon sergeant took us cherries out behind a quonset hut. There were four dead gooks lying in a ditch, riddled with bullet holes and flies. The sarge made us get down into that ditch and kick them in the head. He said it was to drive the squeamishness out of our systems before he turned us loose in the jungle. He made us kick and kick and kick until their skulls split open and their brains covered our combat boots.
    Some of the guys puked their pussy guts up. I would have been down in that ditch all day if they hadn’t pulled me out.
    Be all that you can be
…
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    November 8
    Yesterday, some big guy named Alfonso tried to pull a caboose on me in the jailhouse showers. I was all lathered up and too fast for him, though. I backed him into a corner and, finding him to be an attentive audience, did one of my favorite impressions to entertain the sonuvabitch.
    By the time the guards got there, poor Alfonso was lying on the wet tiles of the shower stall, clutching at himself as he bled to death. Me, I just stood there and watched with a bloodstained smile as they searched for the missing part of Alfonso’s anatomy … one that they will never find.
    You know, I do a lot of neat impressions—Bogart, Cagney … the Donner Party.
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    November 11
    Bedtime story. Part Five.
    Hey, kids, let’s pretend that it’s Christmas time!
    That pine tree over there can be the Christmas tree and we can decorate it, too … with pieces of dear, old Mom.
    We can use her fingers for tinsel and her organs for ornaments. It’ll be lots of fun, just you wait and see.
    Deck the halls with bowels of Mommy
…
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    November 28
    After coming back to the World, I spent some time in Mexico, smuggling drugs and wetbacks across the border. The money was good and kept me in tequila and cheap whores. Then I met up with this guy and we started making movies.
    We would lure some chick off the street and take her back to our motel room. We would get her half drunk and give her a snort of coke laced with Spanish Fly. By the time my partner had his camera set up, she would be hot and ready.
    Then I would come out of the bathroom, naked except for one of those weird, leather bondage masks. I would then proceed to make love to her. When she opened her mouth to scream in ecstasy, I would take the linoleum knife and, reaching between our heaving bodies …
    I had that snuff film stashed somewhere in my van with all my other scrapbooks and trophies, but I didn’t have an 8mm projector to watch it with. I once considered taking it to a Fotomat to have it transferred to DVD … but I chickened out at the last moment.
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    December 1
    Bedtime story. Part Six.
    How about a nursery rhyme for the children?
    This little piggie went to the market.
    SNAP!
    This little piggie stayed home.
    CRACK!
    This little piggie ate roast beef.
    SNAP! CRACKLE! POP!
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    December 13
    I robbed a gas station in Tucson once and made the