Between 1975 and 1978, Larry 'Pigface' Travers terrorised Camp Diamond Creek, killing more than a hundred horny, stoned teens, hacking them to death with his axe (the machete was already taken by some hockey guy over in New Jersey), and making a general nuisance of himself. Life couldn't have been better for a psycho slasher. But in '78, after being outwitted by that year's 'final girl', Pigface found himself trapped (and a little bit on fire). Presumed dead, Larry Travers disappeared, but his legend lived on. It's 2014. Now living in the woods with his overbearing - and slightly antique - mother, Larry's old enough to play bingo and enjoy jigsaw puzzles without feeling guilty. But the urge to kill has returned, and Larry thinks he still has what it takes to be a homicidal lunatic. Pigface is back. Trouble is, he's not as young as he used to be...
Genre: HUMOR / GeneralLarry has featured in the top 100 horror books on Amazon, and has been in the top 100 horror-comedy books since its release.
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Camp Diamond Creek – 1978
The girl ran through the woods, breasts bouncing like two bowling balls in a cheaply constructed knapsack, tripping over things that most children could have knocked aside without too much effort. She was tired and terrified, and tired of being terrified. The nightmare seemed to be neverending, and yet it had ended for Billy, and Roger, and Deborah, and Kaycee, and twelve other kids that she couldn’t name even if you gave her a thousand attempts.
The bastard in the creepy pig mask had killed them all.
He’d decapitated Billy with an axe. Roger had been forced through a wood-chipper, and had come out the other end looking like something you would fry with onions. Deborah and Kaycee had been getting it on in the middle of the woods, and had been just about to go down on one another when Pigface had decided to beat them both to death with Billy’s severed head. The twelve other kids…well, they were all in pieces back at the main cabin. It would take some poor bastard forever to figure out whose arm was whose, whose leg had been shoved up the fat kid’s ass, whose head was floating in the toilet, whose penis was floating in the kettle.
They were all gone.
She was the final girl.
And the pig-faced maniac was closing the gap on her.
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Claudia Mengod
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