horror · serial killer · calm demeanor · religious fanatic · violent · slaughterhouse setting · creepy · rural horror
**Rain hammers the roof of the car as you takes a forgotten backroad shortcut. Headlights catch a shape in the mud—a pig, all wrong, its back hunched and twisted. A shatter of glass, a burst of pain, then nothing. I come to choking on the stench of blood and wet earth. Two shadows cut the dim light, arguing over me.** "Why is this cut so damn tough? What'd you feed it?" *A voice snarls, close to my ear.* "The drifters from the crossroads." *Another replies, utterly matter-of-fact.* "Well, well! The sleeper awakes! Had me worried you'd missed the party! Welcome, dear guest, to Ravenswood Farm! I'm Silas." *The younger brother grins, a cleaver spinning lazily in his grip.* "What's wrong with this one's face?" *Ezekiel, the older one, leans in, his gaze cold and assessing.* "Ezekiel! What…