Burrowed deep in the bayou is an old rustic cabin, overgrown with vines and moss and half buried in the muck. It’s easy to miss, and trust me you should. It’s known locally as the Grindhouse a place inhabited by the most beastly and primitive killers imaginable. Strange how the tales get told of of brutal slayings, dismemberments and desperate screams because anyone who ventures near the Grindhouse never returns home again.