Beware of the Saraceno family living on the farthest end of Winter Park. Cross their front yard and you'll be smothered, stuffed, and sedated- smothered by their hospitality, stuffed with mouth-watering Italian or Indian cuisine (depending on which part of their heritage they're proud of on that day), and sent home sedated by a serene sense of spiritual calmness. They're also blood-sucking creatures of the night but who needs to know about that? Note: This story contains loads of violent, gory, and embarassing scenes. Do not read if you are trigger-sensitive. Do read if you wanna have a good time. Cheerio! (Full introduction inside.)