So, I see you found your way.

I hope there were no unexpected horrors on the way.

So you want to hear a story? no unexpected horrors on the way.

So you want to hear a story, huh?

Good.

If you dare, sit back and close your eyes.

I'll take care of the rest and welcome you crossed into twisted dimensions.

This week we present the trailer.

Another man's trash is another man's nightmare. My family has never been what you would call high class.

My dad is drunk, constantly out of work, and he yells more than he talks.

My mom, she got smart.

She left years ago, unfortunately, leaving me behind.

My older brother, he's in jail.

I still say he did it on purpose, just to escape the old man. We live in a three-room

trailer that sits on an old, poorly maintenance lot near the outskirts of town. People have

complained for years that it's an eyesore, but because my grandfather actually purchased

the land outright, there's nothing they can do to get rid of us directly.

So the town tries to make our lives miserable however they legally can, be it through bullying at school, or making us unwelcome at nearly every store in town, except the liquor store.

They love my dad there. It's a crappy life, but it's all gotten so much worse since dad found that thing on the side of the road.

You see, my dad loves to collect stuff on trash day so he can, you know, sell it to the dump and get a couple bucks for it.

It was early in the morning just before sunrise when he found this mannequin.

The mannequin that he thought might have some value.

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