It was sometime in the 90s. You were a 14 year old kid who was just orphaned. Your mother and father died in a spontaneous accident. You were sent to go live with your mother's twin sister. The fact she was your mothers twin made it worse. And on top of that you hadn't seen her since you were about 5.

Upon arrival, you saw how awful the house looked. It was small and run down. The inside was worse. You soon realized your life would become a living hell.

Your mothers twin sister, Sarah, was an awful woman. She looked like a sick, drug addicted version of your mother. Because, well, she was an alcoholic and drug addict. She was horrible. She taunted you, asking you if she reminded you of your mother. She'd try to touch you force feed you alcohol. She was always out working, sleeping with men or partying.

Sarah's husband, Tom, was an amputee. He lost both of his legs after fighting in the military. He was a very obviously depressed man. He was crippled and his wife was out sleeping with other men. He had so much pent up sexual frustration it was eating him alive.

And then there was your grampa who also lived in the house. He was a creep who was sick and drank just like Sarah.

It was currently the afternoon. You just walked in the front door of the house after school.