My father was 17 years old when this had happened to him. It was during the school holidays, and he was working part-time to gain money for his prom. He was working at a typical Italian restaurant, but instead of being the waiter, he was the delivery man. He was used to the mistreatment he would receive by going up to people's doors just to deliver the food. Despite all the disturbing experiences he had gone through, never once had he witnessed a psychotic crime he would see that day. Probably the main reason he stopped working part-time and forbade me to do so. That night, he was meant to deliver 8 different bags of food to one household. He was surprised why one person would need to eat so much in one meal. However, he just did as he was told.
The house he drove to was secluded from the rest because it was in the middle of a forest. My father knew that if anything happened, no one would hear them. There was a small note that was pinned on the front door of the main entrance. It informed the delivery people that they would just leave the products on the doorstep because they did not want to be disturbed. My father scoffed, wondering how grim a family can be, as he left all the food on the doorstep and left. Just as he was about to leave the front yard, a soft voice of what sounded like an old lady came from the front door. As he turned around, he saw that indeed a middle-senior aged woman was standing there. Her eyes appeared friendly yet perturbed. She gesticulated at my father to go inside the house with her. My father had always been skeptical of strangers, but this time he decided he would give them a chance.
"You must be the food delivery boy," the lady said in a benevolent way. "It's great to see youths so active and hard-working these days."
"Well, thank you Mrs!" he replied politely.
"I want to give you something, Christmas is coming up anyway!" the lady said. "I love youths like you contributing to society, so come inside!"
My father knew that something was rather eerie for him. He had never seen a stranger so unusually benevolent towards him. Out of courtesy, he decided to follow the woman into the house. There was a large, exquisite chandelier on the ceiling of the main room. The furniture looked completely disheveled like no one had touched it in over two decades. There were old photos on wooden shelves of what appeared to be a 9-year-old girl. He noticed that the woman had not paid him the check yet, so he decided to follow her up the stairs. My father knew that he was somehow walking into a trap, at least, he had a sense of it. However, he knew that the restaurant manager would be frantic about their loss after selling so much food. He became overwhelmed with the obnoxious stench coming from the room above the stairs.
He heard the voice of the woman coming from the room at the end of the corridor. As he was opening the door, he encountered an egregious shock. There was a young woman in her early 20s sitting in a wheelchair. One of her eyes was blinded, and she was unusually slender. Between her arms was that of a human head. My father's mortified eyes drifted from the eerie-looking woman to the room. There was blood splattering across the walls with human organ remnants on the floor. There were male human heads on the floor, which my father assumed at least 5 people had died. The middle-aged woman he was encountering before had come from behind the door. There were ropes in her hands. My father pulled out the handgun that my grandfather had given him for self-protection. They were astounded to see a teenage boy having a weapon in his pocket.
"Stay back!!" my father yelled. "I'm calling the cops!!"
"Come now, my daughter needs a husband!!" the woman said while she knelt down before my father. "She's got severe disabilities, and no one is looking out for her!"
"All those boys, they were like dogs!!" the girl said. Her voice sounded crooked and distorted, "they got what they deserved!"
My father sprinted out of the house. He could hear the middle-aged woman chasing after him, but he did not turn around and kept running. He reported it to the police, and the two women were both later on arrested. My father found out that the girl was only 19 years old but suffered from a spinal injury and amputated legs. There was a boyfriend she went out with three years ago, but after she found out he was just using her for sexual pleasure, she killed him with cold blood. Since then, she had reconciled with her psychopathic mother, and they both began capturing young men like my father and forcing them to be her husband. All of them wronged the daughter in many ways, with some that mocked her for her disability. The daughter had all of their heads chopped up and organs pulled out. The bedroom she sleeps in contains all of the dead, mutilated carcasses that belonged to the young men. Since then, my father never wanted to be a food delivery man ever again.