Journal #4

"We got another one" I yelled in the house. There on my front porch was another whole human. Once my dad heard me, he quickly ran to the porch to take it inside. He took it into the basement as he usually does. About five minutes later I heard my dad yell " Johnny, come down stairs, I want to talk". On my way down to the basement I heard my mom say "do you think he's ready to know? I don't think its a good idea." 
 When I reached the bottom of the stairs I saw the package I had recently seen on the porch, except it was open. I sat at the bottom of the staircase patiently waiting for them to call me over. My dad walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders pushing me into the direction of the box. At first I was hesitant , but I continued to walk forward. When I reached the table where the box was placed my dad told me to go ahead and look inside. Inside the box there was zip-lock bags labeled "fingers", "ears", "heart", and so on. I immediately stepped back with my eyes as wide as they have ever been. I tried walking upstairs but my dad grabbed me and sat me down on a chair. He said " I know your scared son, but this is a family business. You have to understand that." All I remember saying after that was "family business"?.... To Be Continued