Jamie Mott had always been a terror, just like his grandfather. So on Halloween night 2014 his mother was more than grateful to drop him off at his grandparent's home and let them handle him for the next few days. She watched her only son knock on the door and didn't even wait for her mother in law to open before driving off. Jamie didn't care though; he knew his grandparents were too old to chase after him and too fragile to force him into anything. He loved going to the little cottage in the fields because he knew he could get away with murder. So there he stood, in front of the weathered wooden door, and waited for his 'beloved' grandparents to let him in.
Mrs Mott could hear her grandson pounding on the door and gave a small sigh in annoyance; the one time of the year her husband was away and the brat had decided to come visit. She loved that boy to death, but she knew what he said about her behind closed doors. She would hear him on the phone to his friends telling them how he would take money from her purse and watch naughty films while they were sleeping. Mrs Mott was sick of it. So she put on her brightest smile and flattened the creases in her dress. Tonight would be the night her grandson learnt of his family's beginning.