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TWO OF EDWARD LEE'S MOST INFAMOUS NOVELLAS IN ONE BOOK! THE PIG: You know, the traditional tale of a man with big city dreams and how one wrong deal can put you in the woods filming porn with junkie whores, sexual freaks, psycho mobsters and, oh yeah...a pig. THE HOUSE: Thirty years ago a lot of very bad things happened in the way out in the woods. Things that scarred this house forever. Now Melvin is there to investigate the so-called haunted house. He doesn't believe. But he soon will as his dreams smash head first into the memories of a man sentenced to film the most atrocious sex acts imaginable and to experience the nightmare all over again.
young woman was stripped and hung by lashed wrists from a hook on the wall. A staunch implementation of torture was then purveyed: needles in the breasts, in the nipples, in the clitoris, like that. Not exactly Thoroughly Modern Millie. While watching this particular feature, Leonard at least was able to convince himself that it couldn't possibly get worse but of course he was very wrong. One night in the winter, Rocco and Knuckles had barged into the house by surprise, Knuckles shoving in a
cracked from behind the whirring camera. "Maybe you'll have a dick-baby!" Rocco and Knuckles busted out laughter. Leonard exhaled in a blurt, and withdrew, and with that came the most absurd thought of all: I just came in a man's dick... "Watch this, kid! This is great!" Rocco enthused. Sissy, on her knees, inclined her face toward the ceiling, open-mouthed like a chick awaiting nourishment from a dutiful hen. Plugger walked over, his fingers pinching off his urethra. Then he lowered the
Derision looms in the unearthly voice. "Look now, seer. Into yourself." My God, he panics. What is truth? What is truth really? Her words reach back to him like corpse hands reaching back from death. That's the saddest part of all. Her words are ghosts. Her words are tiny specters. —i'm proud of you— —can i have a kiss?— —i would do anything for you— —me, too— —you do, huh? well i love you more— Next: visions. Memories pouring into light. She's so
water stains," Melvin assured. When her back turned to him again, he couldn't help it. He squeezed his crotch and nearly groaned. His pipes were dripping. If I don't jerk off soon, I'll have a stroke... Now she was looking out the window into the back yard, her finger pulling back a drape. The sunlight revealed the crisp outline of her naked body beneath the beige dress. When she turned, having spied something outside, Melvin couldn't shake the inexplicable sense of macro-vision he'd seemed to
anything... Everything looks in order... He noticed something edging out under one of the beds. What is that? he wondered. A picture in a frame? No. It was a plaque of some kind. Sheriff Funk pulled it out and gave it a look. Oh, that's right, he recalled. The writer said his stepmother was into arts and crafts. Religious mosaics... Well, here was a fine one. The strangest kind of tilework had been fashioned into a stunning cross mounted on the veneered plaque. It really was a