The Family Secret

Date: 12/14/2019

I was going through some stuff with family. I was back, sorta, after having left and just disappeared for two months. I guess I didn't think they'd care that much but it turned out my elder brother had been looking for me, well emailing asking me if I was dead or telling me I better not be. I kept copying this long list of emails, as it was evidence, or it had evidence in it which was incredibly incriminating to someone, the estranged family member trying to kill to protect it. Anyway I got home just in time to uncover a family conspiracy and to lose a sister. Her boyfriend and my other half sister and I grieved even as we investigated why our estranged uncle would kill himself, or one of us, because he was trying to. It turned out one of our relatives - a man grown- was barely human, being a quarter elf, which wasn't that odd given we often intermarried with forest folk being native American, but then it turned out his mother was a - well in the dream I knew what she was but the name is gone. I would hazard a guess and say a type of fae but unlike any creature I've seen in mythos. This looked like a gazelle/human person made of light inside. I knew he was made of light because he was hurt when he realized who his mother was and what he was, then his skin knitted itself together like it was golden fairy light - anyway he was pissed at being left in the dark. Anyway our estranged uncle died killing himself and our sibling or some other relative in a bomb, trying to protect this secret from getting out. That side of the family wasn't to know what they were, wasn't told. We were told, because we knew we slept like the dead and if a lover couldn't wake us they'd think we died and call 911 so we told them so as not to scare them. We really did resemble the dead when asleep. There was also something called a basement belly, which was a ritual or a genealogy which made one aware of what they were. My little half sister was telling me about it, how her tribe showed her how to do one, and she did it everyday. We all missed our dead so much we curled up in her apartment on her bed - my half sister and my dead sisters late husband and I - but it wasn't weird just like a memorial we drug out waiting. Wanting to be close to her. ~ There was a wail, like a ghost moan through and old house at night. It freaked me out so much it woke me up.