. .:::::. .:::::::::. Home for the Holidays ..::::::::.. ::::::::::::: .::: :::::: :::. :::: :::: Toxic File #15 :: :::: :: ::::. : : :: : :::::::. by Gross Genitalia :: :::::::. :::: : ::::: [ Centre of Eternity ] :::: oxic :::......::::: hock [ 615.552.5747 ] .::::::. :::::::::::: [ 3/2400 baud 40 megs ] :::::::::::: :::::::::: [HQ for The Esoteric Society] ___________________________________________________________________________ We lit the candles on the table and placed around it the food of feast, their aromas wisping around our heads and filling us with feelings of joy and holiday spirit. It was Christmas time; the tree was lit, green and red decorations specked the house. And among this joy our happiness was doused with gasoline; my sister was brewing among us. She had come home for this Christmas; last year she had stayed away at her college and spent the season with her boyfriend and their family. This year we were graced with her presence...and his. She brought her boyfriend home. I do not know if this was Fetus' mischievous way of suffering us, but what a misery it quickly became. ___________________________________________________________________________ The tale I am about to tell is merely that; a tale. Although wherever possible, I have included some aspect of truth. I will not lie and make up junk and present it to you, I will instead use a style of the great author Mark Twain: "I just stretch the truth a little". ___________________________________________________________________________ We gathered around the table on Christmas Day; my parents, my grandmother, my sister and her boyfriend, and myself; and returned thanks for our meal. We all sat and began passing around the bowls and platters of food. Occasionally I would pick up a handful of sweet potato casserole and send it sliding through my sister's hair. She would return the favor and send across several slices of cranberry sauce, landing the crimson jellyish flying saucers in my face. My parents did not approve of such behavior in such an "established household", nor did my sister's boyfriend approve of her behavior. My grandmother all the while sat in a daze, gazing into her own private world, thinking of all of her OTHER grandchildren. Occasionally she would return and take a few bites of turkey, or whatever the hell animal muscle and fat we were eating. I enjoyed the food, but didn't exactly enjoy the meal as a whole. Aside from the food throwing and putting disgusting mixtures of food into each other's drinks, my sister kept kicking me under the table. Once I took my steak knife and slashed at her jeans, but I didn't cut through to the skin. She tried to slip a foot between my legs and flatten my genitals, but a fork through the shoe stopped that one. I later returned the present by wrapping my feet around her legs and yanking them towards me, which in turn slammed her tits into the corner of the table. That pretty much ended the table fighting, but by that time I was through eating. How could it seem like my sister was in COLLEGE? A 4.0 student in the field of pre-med, majoring in biology, and in a well-known sorority... playing footsie at the table? My sister and I all of our lives have tried our simple BEST to bug the shit out of each other. Why stop now? Maybe her boyfriend's personality and style was holding her down. He did not make his grades to stay in a fraternity, he hardly studied, he acted like a kid... he and my sister had strange little pet names for each other... could any of that be at cause? Who knows, and quite frankly who CARES. I do however love my sister, she frequently understands me (although there are some things and ideals we never have and never WILL agree on). We have lived together for some 13 years of my life, and in the past couple of years she has been away at college, I have missed her alot. But this time was different. I had become good friends with Bloody Afterbirth. Toxic Shock had formed. My sister did not particularly like Afterbirth, and one night while she was home they got into it about several different things. Academic goals. Occupational goals. They simply did not agree and a fight broke out. I thought mine and Afterbirth's friendship was on the line (we had just found out some really deep things about each other) and Afterbirth sought revenge on my sister for having been ripped apart inside by her comments. As reality have it he decided against revenge and I discouraged it. But hell peace has no place in a file so I will insert a bit of truth-stretching. So BA (Bloody Afterbirth, gee didn'cha piece that one together?) sought his revenge. He knew one of my sister's close friends, and went secretly to him and found out my sister's full name and social security number. This "friend" had found these things by going thru her purse when they went together some time ago. Ah, look at this. He also found her South Central Bell CALLING CARD... ahem. Even though BA found that it was only a restricted home-call-only card, he used it to his advantage to call me from various places around the country. He distributed the number throughout the country for all to use. Soon the phone company got suspicious, and needless to say my parents too, and cancelled the card. He later travelled to the western part of the state, right down to the river country and found out where my sister lived at her college. He followed her around and figured out her lifestyle. And then he followed her to her boyfriend's home. BA practiced his best house-trashing techniques. He spraypainted lewd things on the front of the house. He set off a smoke bomb in the mailbox and dug holes in the yard. He climbed up on the roof and ripped off the shingles and threw them in the yard. He dropped several M-80's down the chimney and jumped off the house. As he jumped into his car he saw the lights turn on from within the house so he sped away into the night. Then he came back from within the night with a nice frozen Coke from McDonald's. In a quiet residential neighborhood with a speed limit of 15mph, BA sped by the boyfriend's house at approx. 80mph, and a "casual friend" within BA's car tossed the frozen coke at the smoke-filled mailbox. The smoke within escaped rapidly from the hole which the Coke had inflicted, and the effect was nice. But first things first; that happened after Christmas, in about mid-January of the New Year. After we had finished our meal we all gathered around the Christmas Tree and distributed presents. My sister and I took it as business, not as a family exchanging gifts. My grandmother watched as my sister and I opened our gifts from her. My sister received some bizarre useless gadgets to go in her new apartment at college. I received some kind of rock that she had bought on her trip to the Desert in Arizona. It was..well..a rock. Nothing more, nothing less. Both of us did however receive in the gift a decent sum of cash so we were proud of our gifts and thanked her for them. I gave my sister a pair of shoes to match another one of her uselessly expensive outfits. I also gave her a few things to use in the kitchen (my mom had picked them out and bought them) of her new apartment. She got me two tapes I had been wanting. We were proud of each other's gifts and oddly enough we were on mutual terms and thanked each other. There were more gifts that were exchanged and them it was off to my room to listen to my tapes. As we listened to one of the tapes I flipped on my screen to see who was on the board. It was BA, and he scrolled a nice big message up the screen that read "Merry Christmas to Your Sister, that Communist Bitch!" My sister froze as BA logged off and the electricity in our house went dead. The phones would not even work. A door slammed downstairs. We made our way back to the den where the rest of the family was shaking in horror. My dad was about to go downstairs to investigate but we held him back, we did not think it a good idea. It was already starting to get dark on this wintery day. We heard the Mystery Visitor creeping up the stairs, creaking at every step. We all moved into the hallway and my dad grabbed his gun from a nearby closet. He nervously loaded in two .357 shells and pointed the gun steadily at the door. The creaking stopped and we feared the Visitor was about to open the door. But he did not, and silence spread over the house for several minutes. The door splintered open and the dark burly figure of BA appeared in front of us. He said, "Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!" and lunged forward at my sister. My sister yelled, "You pig loser schmuck it's Christmas Day and you want to come terrorize us and claim my little brother's soul!" My dad slammed both shots into BA's chest and BA disappeared with a wisping sound and a puff of smoke. He was not dead; he just disappeared. Almost as soon and the smoke cleared our electricity returned and I heard my computer in the other room booting itself back up. Things returned to normal. Needless to say the rest of Christmas Day was not too enjoyable; everyone was uneasy about the bizarre events which had occurred. We all went to bed, and my dad slept with his gun nearby. The next day seemed pretty normal, the only out-of-the-ordinary event which occurred was a huge fight between my cat and the next-door neighbor's dog. My cat tore the dog up, but the dog did not go away defeated; he bit a big plug out of my cat's back. We put poor kitty in the basement to heal for a few days and I landed quite a few BB's in that dog's ass. It wasn't until New Year's Eve that my sister had another run in with BA. She had gone alone to the Minit Mart to fill up her car with gas. She pulled the car around to the side and went in to pay and scan through the rental movies. As she turned to leave she saw on a security monitor behind the desk the face of BA, grinning maliciously and saying "Yeah Bitch, nice evening ain't it?" My sister looked around hysterically and saw no sign of BA. It seemed to the lady working the counter that nothing had happened. She then saw BA emerge from a back room of the Minit Mart. She screamed in an unheard horror and ran from the convenience store and jumped in her car. It would not start. BA came slowly out of the store and toward her car. She locked all the doors and continued to try and turn the engine over. BA reached for the door handle and tugged. He saw it was locked. He reared his fist back ready to punch the window out when the engine turned over and my sister wheeled out. BA landed his punch at the thin air where the car had been. My sister pulled onto the highway and headed for home. But she looked into her rearview mirror and saw a white Chevelle shining high beams into the car. How could it be? It was BA, right on her bumper. She turned onto the street by our house but could not pull in; BA was fast onto her bumper and would slow down for nothing. They chased around the neighborhood and finally my sister made a break for our house. But how could she jump out and get inside without BA jumping out and grabbing her while she unlocked the door? She drove on down the driveway and out into the yard. BA was behind her, and drove into the yard. My sister drove through the back of our property, flattening the picnic table, small trees, the neighbor's dogpen, the DOG along with it... it was total chaos and all the neighbors came to see just what the hell was happening. BA was still on her bumper, and didn't allow her room nor time to turn back onto the street, so my sister flew across another road and into yet another yard. Two dogs were mating by the road and were not phased until the saw the blast of oncoming headlights. The male did not have time to remove any anatomy, so to avoid near death by BA's right front wheel, they stayed attached and hopped out of the way. The chase continued until finally a very concerned and PISSED neighbor emerged from his house with a 10-gauge shotgun and yelled "This bullshit has got to stop...NOW!!!" and with that he slammed 3 shots into windshield of BA's car. The car came to a halt and crashed into a large oak tree. My sister broke for the road and drove to our house, horrified. When the car was searched there was no sign of BA. The seemingly invincible Bloody Afterbirth had failed at his tricks again, or had he? He kept disappearing. The media, disappointed at no interview with the alleged killer Afterbirth, they dispersed and went to various establishments to type up lies and bullshitty stories for the next day's newspaper and film souped-up special-effect TV briefs. My sister was terrified. Her boyfriend sought revenge on BA. My sister and he drove to BA's house. To their astonishment, BA himself came to the door. He stood there solemnly and said nothing. My sister's boyfriend landed a stone punch into BA's groin, BA did not blink an eye. He stood there. Amazed, he landed another punch in BA's stomach. Nothing. He pulled out a knife and stabbed BA in the chest area. Nothing no blood or anything. He pulled out a .44 and slammed 4 shots into BA's head. Nothing at all. "Holy shit this guy's invincible!" he screamed as he backed off and slammed another shot at BA. The real BA threw the mannequin aside and said "No I'm just somewhat intelligent but I guess your Bitch can't comprehend that." and slammed the door. BA slammed a shot at the door which splintered it. He rushed inside after BA and saw no one. He ran down the hall - no one. He dove down the stairs in a rage...someone. BA was standing there, holding a long LONG machette. Boyfriend raised his .44 and lined the sight up with BA's forehead. BA's face lowered and a look of fright swept across it. Boyfriend slowly eased back on the trigger and braced his arm for the blast and kick of the gun. Click! His arm didn't seem to move. Click. Click click click click SON OF A BITCH! Boyfriend dove back up the spiral staircase but was stopped as the clench of BA's hand around his ankle stopped his fruitless efforts of escape. BA stuck the machette at Boyfriend's face and said, "Hello, meet Phred's cousin Phrank. Phrank don't like you at all, you scum-sucking puny shitsmellin wipe of fuckin snot!" BA raised the machette above Boyfriend, ready to slice him into small chunks when suddenly he felt the machette being ripped from his hands. He turned around sharply to see the mean foot of my sister planting into his groin. He went to his knees in a vast pain; Boyfriend shoved the long barrel down BA's pants and wedged it up his ass. The two ran from the house and my sister set off a pipe bomb on the roof. The blast of the powerful pipe bomb which I had built sent BA's body flying out a window and wriggling onto the driveway. The body convulsed briefly then stiffened; BA was dead. Returning home the two told me everything that had happened. Word was going all over my board that BA was dead. We did finally finish listening to my tapes. Later that evening I flipped on the screen to go in and let my sister and her boyfriend play a little Test Drive II. He liked racing the powerful Lamborghini Countach while my sister preferred to stay with the sleek Ferrari Testarossa. But someone was on the board, I told them to wait until whoever it was logged off. The picture tube warmed up and text formed on the screen. It read: ---------------------------------[Page: On]--------------------------------- 20 - Bloody Afterbirth of The Hole, Hell CM:250 CT:1 UL:243 DL:86 BP:340 #10293 Last on:12/30/89 P/W: XXXXXXXX Flg:1111111100000000000111111100000000 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello Gross Genitalia...I have a greeting for your sister. Nothing like a good pipe bomb to soothe one's soul. Your boyfriend's a damned geek...and I am not finished with you yet. One..two..The Blood of the Afterbirth's coming for you! .s Saving, please wait...saved. Terminate connection? Yes Goodbye Bloody Afterbirth... Time on: 5 mins 45 secs Thanks for calling...call back and bring some files [GBBS Pro 1.3j Copyright L&L Enterprises] [MACOS Copyright 1989 The Captain of TCQ] None of us could believe that BA had survived the blast let alone called my board. But yet his Bloody body was found and pronounced dead at the scene. How could he have called? Maybe he contacted me before his period of reincarnation to set revengefulness on my sister and her boyfriend. Maybe I had had too much beer and my sister and her boyfriend too much sex, and we were hallucinating the whole thing. I think not. ____________________________________________________________________________ This file meant nothing to no one and you would have to know how it went between Bloody Afterbirth, my sister, and myself to fully understand why such events popped up in my twisted mind. But nonetheless, I hope you gain some aspect of demented entertainment from this file, and I wish everyone a Merry Christmas. And may your dog not get run over in the New Year. ____________________________________________________________________________ (c)1989 Toxic Shock. The Followers of Fetus are: Tasty Abortion, Twisted Testicles, Fetal Juice, Bloody Afterbirth, and Gross Genitalia.