Melvin the un-convicted serial killer lived in house at the end of a dead end dirt road. His peculiar decrepit house foretold the immoralness within. The vines that crept up the dwelling were like warnings to all of looming evil. The very pointed roof seemed to pierce the moon at night.

Melvin was out on his normal hunting mission for people to abduct. When he ran across what seemed to be a perfect victim. Along the back road he picked up this man who seemed too good to be true. Melvin looked forward very much to the kill and was eager to take the life from his new friend by the name Frank.

Back at the house Melvin drew his pistol to the head of Frank's. To much of Melvin's dismay Frank was smiling. In that brief second they knew each others thoughts. So they became friends, two serial killers are better than one they thought.