They had decided to go to the Franklin place — and the engine once again sputters. The van approaches an intersecting road, "This must be it." Jerry mumbles and Franklin nods, "Yeah. There's a creek and a swimming hole somewhere near there. We could go swimming." Dinah gasps, "Ooh, yeah — let's go swimming!" She exclaims happily — not seeing the looks that Jerry, Pam, Kirk, and Sally shared. The van turns off the highway onto the intersecting road. Pam looks at Kirk, "Oh yeah — let's do it." Sally looks through the bag holding the barbecue, "Oh, I didn't bring a bathing suit. Oh well...let me see your knife."

Franklin placed the blade in her hand as she eats a sausage. "Sally, Dinah.." The younger brother says to his sisters and they both hum in response, "You think that guy was trying to scare us by blowing up your picture? Dinah's picture?" Dinah shrugs, "He was just a strange hitchhiker — who knows? Maybe it's a common thing to blow up Polaroids of people you first meet around here." Franklin rolled his eyes as Sally chuckled softly, "I'm being serious — what if he was threatening us?" Dinah sighs, "Franklin, trust me — if he was — then he would've done more than cut your hand. He was just some crazy guy that decided to torment us for his pleasure." The others nod, but Franklin still looks unsure.

"Look, do you want me to hold your hand the rest of the trip? Cause trust me, I will." Dinah proposes and everyone sees it as a joke — but her expression is completely serious. Franklin looked down at his hands and pulled on the bandanna lightly — he was debating on wether or not he should say yes — but he just shook his head, "No thanks Dinah." The blonde shrugged, "Suit yourself."

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Soon enough, the van approaches the wreck of an old stone house. Franklin nods his head as he speaks, "That's it. That's it." He says excitedly before frowning slightly, "Look at that old place." Kirk speaks sarcastically, "Yeah, I'd sure like to have a place like that." Jerry parks the van in front of the house — Dinah winces at the thought of all the bugs and mosquitoes flying around from the overgrown greenery both in and out of the house. They all exit — Kirk and Jerry setting up the ramp for Franklin to get out of the van before helping him wheel safely down. "Watch my hand!" He exclaims as they help him — neither of the men say anything though. "Where's the mark that guy made?" He asks once he's on the ground.

Kirk motions towards it, "Right there." Franklin wheels closer to the mark. "Where's that creek? I think me and Pam are gonna go swimming." Kirk says from his place next to his girlfriend and Franklin answers him, "Oh, I think it's off that way. There's probably an old trail." Kirk nods before looking at the others, "We're gonna go and see if we can find that swimming hole, wanna go?" Sally shrugs, "We didn't bring anything.." Kirk scoffs playfully, "What difference does that make?" Pam smiles, "You could wear what you have on." Jerry looks between Sally and the couple, "I'd like to look around this old place a bit anyway.."

Dinah sighs, "I'm gonna stay here with Franklin." Kirk and Pam nod, "I guess we'll get going then." Everyone bids them goodbye and they run off. Shortly after, Sally and Jerry run inside the old house. Dinah puts her hands in her pockets before walking over to Franklin, he's still looking at the blood smear, "You think it means something?" He shrugs, "I don't know. I think it might be a symbol." Dinah looks at the blood closer yet she can't make anything out, she tilts her head before shrugging, "I can't make out anything — maybe it's just gibberish — who knows?"

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Bubba had just taken care of grandpa — helping him with his bodily functions along with giving him the meat he needed, along with all the kisses and head pats he needed too. He had done basically all of his chores — set the table, help with all the meat, help grandpa, along with all of the farm chores he had done also. Chop Top and Nubbins had come back from whatever they would do — they never told Bubba — they would always say he was 'too dumb' or 'too young' to understand. He sighed before the loud voice of Nubbins echoed through the house, "Bubba! Come 'ere! W-we gotta tell ya somethin'!" Well that excited him! He quickly went to the living room where the two sat and he babbled excitedly.

"Are ya ready to hear w-what it is?" Chop Top asked and Bubba nodded — still babbling slightly. "Well...." Nubbins looked his twin before looking at Bubba, "We found a girl! A-and she liked us!" Bubba was confused, he didn't know exactly what they meant, a girl — a girl that liked both of them. "Her names Dinah — and she's just.." The two were acting like schoolboys — except with more drool and innuendos than most. Bubba wanted to congratulate them — but it wasn't like they had proof, they didn't have this Dinah here with them — and, if Drayton found out, he'd kill them both for all of the nasty things they were now saying about her.

Hell, he'll probably kill Bubba too — just for good measure.

The two Sawyers run upstairs to continue on about the woman they met — leaving Bubba alone again — walking back to his butcher room, he looked at the woman's body from earlier. Did this Dinah woman look like her? Well, from how his brothers were talking, she had to have been a goddess. Grabbing his mallet, he went to give the woman a blow to the head, but before he could — "Hello? Anybody home?" A mans voice, one that is clearly neither Nubbins or Chop Top, calls through the house and Bubba freezes in place.

Someone was in his house.

Someone was trespassing in his home.

Looking at the door, he cracked it open. Taking slow steps — his fist tightened around his mallet — he stood still and listened for any footsteps again — he heard muffled voices before footsteps began to bound closer to where he was. The stranger takes one more step, and Bubba attacks — letting out pig squeals as he hit him over the head. The man collapses and convulses on the floor — blood running down his torso — Bubba drags the man into the hallway. He slams the large metal door before breathing heavily. He grabs the man before flinging him over his shoulder.

The man jolts here and there — but it's not like Bubba hasn't experienced this before — he knows how to stop trespassers from hurting his family, Drayton just so happened to think of the food part of it. Placing the man on the metal table — the sound of a more feminine tone resonates through the house. Bubba groans slightly — the other man startled him, but now this? A woman — after getting that lecturing from Drayton — he was scared to even touch a woman, dead or alive.

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Pam called through the strange house, "Kirk? Where are you?" She steps into the house before calling out again, "We have to go, hon. Kirk?" Walking throughout the large home — Pam had a permanent look of fear on her face — she calls out again, "Kirk?" She recognizes the dead animals on the walls, it all just looks grotesque as she explores everything. Walking through an archway, the smell overwhelms her as she sees crudely sewn furniture. Taxidermied cats lay around but then, a chair catches her eye. It is very apparent that it's made of human bones — beside the chair is a floor lamp and the shade looks like a leathery substance.

In fact, almost everything in this room is made of something human.

Screaming in horror — Pam runs out of the room and looking in the corner beyond the doorway, is a massive totem of human bones and skulls — a grasping, leering, beckoning giant with eight clutching arms and as many heads as you could imagine. Bits of leathery skin and turfs of human hair adorn the huge many legged doll. Leathery wings spread over its many eyeless heads and ropes of human teeth decorate its grisly frame. Pam screams before rushing blindly down the hallway, trying to find the entrance of where she first came in, "Kirk!" She screams desperately.

That's when the main door — the metal one — at the end of the hall, slams open. A high pitched, pig like squeal that sounds urgent and hysterical — comes from behind Pam. She looks and sees the large man with the leathered face — a mask — and once again, Pam screams — but the man seems to squeal back. She runs but she doesn't get far — the mans arms wrap tightly around her body and pulls her back. She kicks and screams as she gets lifted off her feet and one of the mans hands wrap around her neck, forcing her head back, almost breaking her neck. She gargles out screams — "Shut up!" She hears a voice yell from upstairs. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she sees the mask fully — and it's terrible.

He takes her through the hallway he came out of — and before Pam can even realize what's happening, the man squeals as he lifts her up and hooks her on a meat hook. She screams and wails in pain as she feels her back tearing slightly and her bones sliding and crushing against one another. The taste of iron comes through her mouth and she garbles — her eyes rolling in their sockets before she looks at the table. Laying there, lifeless and bloodied, is Kirk. The leatherfaced man strips him of his clothes before he begins stripping him of his flesh.

Pam cries but it doesn't faze the large man as he lifts Kirk up and puts him on a butcher block. Blood begins to pour out of Pams mouth — all she can do is watch as she too knows that this will be her fate. Her hands try to reach the meathook but nothing happens, her eyes begin to flutter close. All she sees it the darkness overtaking her vision before the sound of a chainsaw makes her snap her eyes open. She watches as Kirk is cut up by the saw and she cries — her hands twitch but then — she stops.

Pam was now gone.

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