The summer where I died

Road trip to Ohio

TW WARNING: DISTURBING IMAGES, DEATH AND MENTION OF BLOOD

-Uhm, I have a question... 

-Why is there a fucking dead pig on the dinning table?

-Yeah...

-I'm starting to believe that maybe we should call the cops. This is getting out of hand. 

-No, I say as a starred at the pig, bleeding out on our table.

-Oh okay, WELL I'M SORRY IF I'M JUST PANICKING CAUSE THERE'S A FUCKING DEAD PIG ON OUR TABLE, WHOSE BLOOD IS STAINING IT! 

-Now, my question is, who is gonna clean this mess up cause I'm not. 

-I say we move out. Also, ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THE FACT THAT SOMEBODY BROKE IN OUR HOUSE WITH A PIG AND KILLED HIM IN OUR FUCKING HOUSE? OR THAT THEY LEFT A PICTURE OF YOUR MOTHER WHILE YOU WE'RE IN HER STOMACH IN THE PIG'S MOUTH AFTER KILLING HIM? OR THAT THEY WROTE ON THE DEAD PIG'S BODY AND THREATENED YOU? OR ARE WE JUST GONNA STAND HERE AND ARGUE ABOUT WHO'S CLEANING IT?

-Call Johnathan.

Johnathan came while me and rose sat quietly in the living room, not saying a word, constantly replaying the scene in our head. He took the courage to clean the blood up and carried the heavy pig outside, into the woods. I'll forever be thankful to him for that, cause if he didn't do it, I would've moved to Canada. When he was done, he took a 30 minutes long shower, where he precisely told us he washed his body 14 times. I apologized to him and then he demanded explanations, and so did Rose.

I explained to them what came in the mail and what I found in the box, I showed them the pictures, the gown and the necklace. 

-Who's that man holding your mom's hand? Johnathan asked.

-I have no idea. 

-So, let me get this straight, you think your mom was in a cult?

-Yes, and now for some reason, I think that cult is after me.

-Wait guys, Rose says, there's an address behind the second photo. Look.

Rose hands me the second picture and I take a look at the address. Johnathan takes his phone out and googles the address. 

-It's in Ohio. 

I get up, take the pictures and the necklace, grab my keys and got into my car.

-Where the hell are you going? Rose asks rushing outside. 

-Where does it look like I'm going? I'm going to Ohio, I need answers. 

Without waiting for a response, I start the vehicle and start driving. It was a long drive but I finally got there, after around 4 hours of driving. I arrived at some weird house, in the middle of nowhere. All there was around the house was a trail and the forest. I took a few steps to arrive close to the font door. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.