Christmas in Georgia was something Jonathan never saw himself experiencing again, but it was December 15th and he was driving from the Atlanta airport to the tiny town he grew up in. His grandmother was on her last days, confined to a bed. He decided to look the part of a doting grandson by spending her last holiday with her, but it was really so that he could watch her struggle to keep breathing. The perfect gift for him after everything that evil woman had done to him.

He pulled the rental car into the long driveway he knew too well. The house was well kept, as if horrors beyond his childhood self's comprehension did occur there. He stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door, taking a deep breath and knocking.