Female Cannibal? Nahhh.

Family Is.

You probably think this is a normal family dinner of five but it's not. This meat on our plates is not cow nor chicken. It might taste like pork to most but this meat is the best kind of meat. Human meat. Of course if you asked us what it is my mom would say that it is pig and not the muscular guy my mom met two weeks ago. His name was Fredric and he was really nice. He weighed 180 lbs of pure muscle. I must say my mom picked good. Fredric put up a good fight before we infected him with a tranquilizer. i helped with chopping him up and cooking him. He'll last us two months, maybe more. Of course we don't eat human meat every day, that's just bad for your health. We eat it at least once a week.

My great grandma and grandpa came from Germany to America more than 50 years ago with their daughter and another German family who had a son. The reason they came here with another family is because they arranged for their daughter to marry their son since they were so close and known them so so long. They came here already been cannibals for 20 years. A family of three, six if you count the other family, who lived and killed together. They shrived here in Hillsborough, Florida. Making a living in having an alligator farm, harvesting their skin to sell to companies who made clothes and purses out of it. They did this for 25 years until it was deemed that alligators/crocodiles were endangered and that these farms were inhumane. My grandma and grandpa owned the farm during this time and said they would gladly change their business into saving them instead. Soon they had almost all of Hillsborough under protection for alligators and even some crocodiles. They also had some other endangered species living in the protected area. This made it perfect for us to dispose of the body parts we didn't use. My great grandparents were proud of my grandpa and grandma for being able to find a way to keep the land and alligators.

You're probably thinking how could I, a living being, be okay with this?? How could my older brother be okay with this? It wasn't until I 12 and my brother was 15 that we found out what our parents do. We were told because I had killed the babysitter. Yeah, that's right. I killed my babysitter at age 12 because she took away one of my dolls as a punishment for telling her no when she asked me to come to her. One day while my brother was at football practice and he called but i picked the phone up first before Liah could. Juda told me that he would be late getting home and to tell the babysitter. I didn't. Instead I waited for it to be 15 minutes past when my brother usually gets home and told Liah that my brother was in the basement getting into my dads things, which we weren't allowed in the basement. When she opened the door and went down a few steps i shoved her as hard as i could. I then proceeded to stabbing her repeatedly with a kitchen knife. When my brother Juda came home he was horrified at what I had done. He tried to cover it up and make it look like an accident but by the time our parents got home there was no way to hide what had happened. Juda told them what happened and to our surprise they were calm and relaxed. They weren't even mad. My mom actually laughed and hugged me saying "It's ok. things like this happen. ". She said it oh so casually. My brother was shocked by this and said "Why are you so calm?!?! SHE KILLED SOMEONE! we can't hide this!". My dad sat him down to talk with him one on one as my mom took me to the basement to get a closer look at what I did. She told me that it would be okay and that they know what to do. After the disposed of the body and cleaned up the blood, using a black light to make sure that you couldn't see blood stains, my brother finally asked them how they knew what they were doing. That's when they explained to us what our great grandparents did and how it was passed on to them. My brother was disturbed about it at first and didn't talk to anyone for three days but then he came to the thought that maybe the reason he is so fit, healthy and better than any football player is because he eats human meat. Once that thought came to his mind he was perfectly okay with it.

My parents how ever were more worried about me, Not because I was disgusted by it and looked down on it, but because i was fascinated with it. Fascinated by how they choose and stalked people, how they chopped them up and prepared their meat, and how they feed the rest of them to the alligators. My parents could tell by the way i reacted that this wouldn't be the last time I killed somebody, so they tried to make the best of it. My dad taught me how to hunt animals but i told him that I didn't want to kill any animals. To this, he was surprised and asked me why. I told him that I love animals and I want to hurt them. I see them as precious living being that I want to protect and I don't feel a need to kill them. So he said okay and told me that instead of shooting them to kill that we can shoot them with tranqulizers instead so at least the I can practice hunting. Hunting? You're probably confused since i just said I don't want to kill animals. I mean hunting for humans. Once my aim got good my dad took me to some hunting grounds that were suppose to be closed off for the season. He said that just because it is closed off doesn't mean that people stay out and it's perfect to find someone to kill simply because no one probably knows they are here. That night i shot my first human, right between the eyes. There were two of them so my dad took out the other guy. Mom gladly cooked the guy I shot after I was done chopping him up. We fed the other guy to the alligators and crocodiles. My dad always taught me that no matter what, to never keep trophies because that's one of the ways killers get caught.

Since then I have probably killed 15 people. 6 of which we ate and the others were fed to the reptiles. I'm now 18, about to start college in 2 months, I have a boyfriend I've been dating for over 8 months and to everyone who's met me I'm just a normal girl.. But for how long will this secret of my family stay safe?