My Parents Let Me In On The Terrifying Secret That's Been Kept For Two Generations

My Parents Let Me In On The Terrifying Secret That’s Been Kept For Two Generations

The police finally left after questioning my family. My dad told me to stay in the house for the rest of the day. I usually would’ve argued against it, but after the barn, I complied. It was around 2PM when I fell asleep while watching Netflix, but I woke to a sound of what sounded like a pig squealing from outside my window. When I strained my ear, it actually sounded like a human trying to imitate a frightened pig. I yelled for my dad. He ran into my room brandishing his Hawk shotgun. I pointed to my open window, and he stuck his head out of it. He was like that for a few seconds until he ripped his head back in, knelt down, put the gun through the window, and shot. I wasn’t ready for that, so I screamed at him asking what the hell was going on. He told me to get into the living room.

My dad, mom, and I all sat on the couch.

“I need to know what’s going on,” I said.

My dad laid the gun against the sliding glass door, and sat down in the recliner next to it.

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