There was a teenage boy who lived with his Granny in a small trailer out near the bayou, in the Louisiana swamps. Rumors about the two had been spread all throughout the small town surrounding the swamp house. Rumors of abuse, cruelty and even murder. Nobody really knows what goes on in that little trailer house near the swamp. Not unless you were to get stranded out there somehow. But now why would anyone go out of their way to be in that area for anyway? After all, it is haunted and certainly dangerous….

A scream shattered the silence of the humid, southern night. Inside the trailer near the swamp, the old woman known as Gramma, had her foot pressed firmly on the throat of a much younger woman. Gramma puffed on a Pall Mall non filtered cigarette then took a hit of oxygen. Sure she wasn't supposed to be smoking with her lung disease. Killing young girls wasn't in the "humane things to do" list either though so to hell with not smoking. Gramma laughed and pressed her foot even harder down onto the woman's throat. She flicked a couple of big ashes into the girl's eyes and laughed maniacally, sending herself into a choking fit. The girl momentarily freed herself, knocking Gramma back onto the couch. She raced for the door and stopped dead in her tracks as it swung open and a hand with a powerful grip grabbed her around the neck. The boy, also known as Jeeves, threw the girl hard against the wall of the trailer and approached her quickly, wielding a carving knife. The girl screamed in agony and horror as her stomach was hacked away at by the carving knife. Blood splattered all over the boy's face as he smiled an eerie and sadistic smile, licking some of the blood from the knife. Gramma had ended her choking fit and was now sitting in her rocker, inhaling oxygen from her machine and smiling with delight. After he was finished mutilating the young woman, he walked over to Gramma with a handful of internal organs, handing it to her with another wicked grin.

"Such a sweet boy", she said pleased with her grandson.