It is told that in a small town in West Virginia, there lies a house in thick, maze-like woods. A delightful smell will emerge from the house should you near it, making your curiosity bubble up. You'll follow the smell you believe to be homemade apple pie, and walking for what seems like hours, you will arrive at an abandoned house. The door will be broken in, the windows broken and cracked, and the wood rotted like an aged corpse.
An old lady will step out. She'll rear her wrinkled, innocent face, a tattered shaw covering her torso, and long, grayish-white hair messy and sticking out of an unkept bun. She'll invite you in for some pie... why else would you come to her little house in the woods?
Upon entering, you almost trip over a small, black cat. You look around, seeing the floor crawling and moving with about 20 little felines. She must be a lonely old lady is all your mind can think of... not seeing any suspicious nature. You sit in a small, wooden chair at a rugged table as the elderly woman brings you a slice of pie. You thank her for her kind offer as you pick up a fork and start to eat. The pie has a sort of a bitter taste to it, but you pay it no mind. After all you don't want to spit it out and be rude.
You start to become lightheaded and dizzy. The room spins as colors collide and merge until... black.
You awaken. It seems you must've have been out for hours. Your vision isn't at its best, but you can make out what seems like buckles and chains around you. Panicking, you shout for help as a figure comes from the far corner of the room. The once innocent face of the sweet old lady is now distorted to what looks like... a cat's.
The cat creature opens its mouth to speak. "The children seem hungry. It's been days since their last meal." It speaks with a dry, raspy voice as it edges closer to you, passing by a table with torture instruments. It picks up a scalpel and walks towards you, its face contorted into a twisted grin. It finally reaches you and hovers over your body, lifting up your shirt and placing a furry hand over your cold skin.
The blade slices you open as you scream in agony. Your gut and insides are exposed, and you feel sick from the blood loss and pain. Your intestines are ripped out and taken in the cat lady's arms.
She moves away from you, back to the table to an old-fashioned meat grinder. Your sight begins to fail you, but you can hear the gears grind up and crush your intestines. A few minutes go by, and the grinder stops.
"Time to eat, my dear children."
The hungry cries of small cats intensify as you hear them feast on the ground-up parts of your body. Your vision is about to fade as you see the cat lady hover over you once more.
"And now, I think I'll eat the rest."
Your remains are ripped out by claws and sharp teeth... blood splattering all over.