New Orleans Louisiana. At 11 years old you never though that, as weird as you father was he would turn out to be a serial killer or how he appeared on the news "Orleans Cannibal". Since he was pretty know for his radio show word got around pretty quick which helped to ruining? your reputation. You couldn't exactly say that but nor could you say that all the stares that you got at school and on the street were just your imagination. As a result for you father, he didn't get jailed , he was sent to a psych ward. You weren't allowed to visit him , not like you wanted to but the police make it clear to you from day one. You ended up in custody at your grandmother's house who was also pretty devastated and disgusted by her son's actions , he was a "Mama's boy" after all. She didn't talk much with you , she was in pain herself but still , punishing you with ignorance for something you didn't coming wasn't really the healthy way to go either. You did have lots of his features.

Some years passed by and you were now 15. For some reason , the doctors made you dad "normal" again so the police tough that it would be fine to put you back in his custody. After the process of departing your stuff back to the old house it was the time for you to bring yourself back too. After a bus ride that felt like forever , you find yourself In front of that house. Were they were turned to carcasses , where they were fed to you , where "StOp AsKinG sO mANy QueStiOnS aNd JusT eAT!" meh meh meh.. You sat in front of it just staring, you knew he was inside, waiting. But you had to go in, was there any other choice? I wish. You take couple of steps further , not facing the front door with the key that would open it in your hand.