In the dark of the night, Creepy Guy sits on his porch, watching Jim and Sissy get on Jim's bike. Creepy Guy nods to Sissy. She nods back. He hums on his harmonica. Jim starts the engine and they're off.
The front door of the trailer opens and June walks out.
"Whatchya down'?"
Creepy Guy stops playing.
"Just watchin' our own reality show right here in the backyard."
June hears a motorcycle drive into the night.
"Who was that? I thought all the boys were down at The Handle Bar."
"Jim 'n Sissy. I'd say they're getting cozy."
June eyes Big Dick's squad car parked in front of Betty's trailer and frown's.
"What's Dick doing over there?"
"I du' know," he says, picking his harmonica up and playing a few discordant notes.
"Well, nobody's beatin' my time," June mumbles to herself.
Chuckling, Creepy Guy says, "We'll see."
She looks at him.
"You're right we will. Now, go get washed up, your dinner's ready."
He gets out of the rocker and starts in.
Halfway to the neighboring trailers, June shouts, "And after you finish, wash them dishes, ya hear?"
Creepy Guy stops in his tracks and says, "Yes, Momma."
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TRAILER TRASH VAMPIRES
VampiriAfter hearing of her twin sister's disappearance, Atlanta Detective Betty Stinson takes her daughter and a leave of absence and returns to the small southern town where she grew up. But nothing's as it seems in Barren, North Carolina, as the town re...
