Vault of Southern-Fried Horror

The Old Storyteller knows the darkness that dwells in folks' hearts. He's aware that evil and depravity comes in all shapes and sizes. Men, women, even young'uns. Some lurk in the dead of night or walk, undetected, in broad daylight. They could be watching you from the shadows of an alleyway or a dense growth of forest... or they could be standing right behind you in line at the hamburger joint or grocery store, trading small talk, sizing you up, spinning their web. They could even be hiding in the back seat of your car in a dark parking lot... or sitting in the pew right next to you at church. Murderers, maniacs, serial killers... human monsters who walk the streets among us. Some have a motive for what they do, while some don't. Most do it for the sheer thrill of the kill. And, more than likely, their victims never know it's coming. They soon find themselves at the mercy of brutal hands or sharply honed steel. And when the dastardly deed is over and done, the unfortunate prey ends up in a drainage ditch or trash dumpster... or part of them go home with their killer as grisly souvenirs and mementos.

There's no time to waste! The Storyteller can hear them now; skulking through the woods, growing nearer and nearer, with malice and ill intentions on their twisted minds. Join him in the sanctuary of his backwoods hideaway, locked away from those who would do him - and you - harm. While he sharpens an axe on the ol' grinding wheel, along with a handy knife or two, he'll spin some disturbing yarns to pass the time. So, sit back and listen to some spine-tingling tales of corruption and chaos, deep in the...

VAULT OF SOUTHERN-FRIED HORROR!