This horrifying story follows an unsuspecting family that moves from Miami to a sleepy Alabama town called Groveford. What they don't know, however, is that for years Groveford has inexplicably been the subject of savage murders at the hands of a mysterious cult ... and they are the next victims.
Welcome To Groveford The bitter atmosphere rivaled their cheerful spirits, and the skies were heavy and dismal. It had been raining for days now, and by the looks of things, it was only the beginning. It was a frightening situation when lightening storms seemed to endlessly carry on. Frankly, they weren’t too worried about the weather or anything else. All they were focused on was the fact that, shortly, they would be entering the pathway into the rest of their lives, whether for better, or for worse.
Jon Williams, the proud father of three children, husband to a wonderful wife, and owner of a small business, gazed onward into the ageless rainstorm as he drove his family towards their new home, here in good ol’ Groveford, Alabama. Jon had been hoping to move away from their previous home in Miami for some time now, but it wasn’t until recently that he and his wife had agreed on a place to stay. As a matter of fact, the sudden decision had been made just this very morning, while Jon was in the middle of a small business meeting. Jon still had on his white collar work shirt and black slacks from the meeting, yet he didn’t seem a bit bushed from working. Jon took a quick glimpse at himself in the rear-view mirror propped on the windshield, acknowledging his physical “simplicity”, from his average Joe close cropped black hair, to his pearly whites. He then noticed his twelve-year old son, Jeremy, smiling at him from the backseat. Jon hurriedly returned the smile and focused his attention on driving.
Jeremy could only smile at how zany his dad acted sometimes. He acknowledged that his father was almost an exact, yet older, mirror image of himself. It wasn't that he didn’t want to be like his dad when he was older, it was just the fact that his dad wasn't like most other adults. Jeremy’s dad was the carefree type. Never focusing on one problem, but always trying to keep things simple. Jeremy acted very similarly to his father, yet with a bit more energy and optimism. He was twelve after all. However, even at an age where he was on the verge of teen hood, Jeremy possessed physical qualities eerily similar to that of his fathers. There were even those rare occasions where Jeremy would have to actually try and act differently, only to later discover that he couldn’t be happier with being the son of a goof.
Sitting to the far right of Jeremy was his all too annoying fifteen year old know-itall sister, Rebecca. Rebecca was the exact reason that Jeremy had decided to never attempt to understand the inner workings of the female mind. It was an impossible task. Obviously Rebecca didn’t think she was stuck up in any way. She actually figured that she was the gift to the family, even though they now had a six-month old infant brother. In all seriousness, Rebecca was good at heart, and foul (occasionally) outwardly. She was indeed soaring on attractiveness from her long, brunette colored hair, to her charming smile; however, she was low on more significant attributes.
In between the two rivaling siblings, was a sleeping baby boy named Jacob. While there isn’t much to say about an infant, one thing should be noted about Jacob, and that is that he seems to be the most “civil” of the lot. Sanity comes in tiny, sleeping packages according to the grapevine.
Last, but not least, excluding the fact that the William’s family owned a medium sized black Labrador retriever, was Carolyn, the wife and mother. Carolyn was a stay at home mom that decided that since the family now consisted of three children, she should be the one to stay home and eliminate the need for babysitters and daycare’s and such. Her “genius” plan had worked out well ever since Jacob was forced into the world. Carolyn certainly wasn't the type of woman to overuse makeup, yet she did tend to sport a fancy for beauty and hair and whatnot, only applying minimal amounts of makeup to her already dazzling face. Jeremy indeed loved his mother, however he could only hope and pray that Rebecca would turn out like her, in view of the fact that she certainly looked like her. Information like that, however, he kept to himself. He was just grateful that his mother was a good woman.