America's Crazy Ass States

-A Filler Chapter That's Not Related To Hetalia-

-Note - Skip this chapter if you want. All the filler chapters are skippable chapters but this one isn't Hetalia. Another new thing is that this chapter won't be posted to the Ao3 version of this story. This story is actually an original one, that I wrote last year for a class. 

When I show stories to others, I show my friends. I usually only show the stories that I've already told them all the details about. I wanted to see how people who have no idea what my original stories are about react. This chapter is a fun experiment.  I reread this one last night and I don't remember it hitting this hard. Why does it have so much detail!? This was for class. Please leave a comment, I love reading them. I also want to read about any theories surrounding this family that you have.-

My Dad used to tell me these crazy stories when I was a kid. His life seemed so bizarre to me, but his sense of humor was mysterious like I could never tell when fact blended into fiction. I still don't know which ones to believe, like that one about the demons. 

The day he told it, I was only 8. I remember my Mom had told my Dad not to tell it, but he did anyway. Apparently, Dad comes from a rich and old family. Mom looked surprised by this, later when I was 14, she told me that she had never heard the story before that. Also that she had thought the story was about ghost hunting and had no idea it was about his family. 

Dad had said that his family had a curse on it because his Uncle had made a pact with a demon. "Me, Mom, my sister, and brother had gone on a lot of adventures to try and break the pact. Or find out more about the demon. This adventure, however, had been different, very different." Dad had whispered trying to add effect. I thought Dad was joking but now. 

Dad and his family had traveled up to Maine. my Grandmother had learned about some relations between a townsperson and my Great Uncle. They had driven from Pennsylvania to New York and had stopped in Vermont for a rest and a restock. They went through New Hampshire and stopped in Waterville, Maine. The trip had so far taken 2 days. 

My Grandmother had sent Dad and his siblings in different directions to ask the people about my Great Uncle and the townsperson. Dad had been sent to the Selah Tea Cafe which had only been 4 miles from their stop. Dad had brought a bubble tea. I remember Dad chuckling as he described how he charmed his way into the hearts of the old ladies and young woman of the town.

 He had finally gotten some information out of an old lady by the name of Tabbatha Logan, who had lived in the area for a long time. Dad had told her that they were looking for a person that their Uncle had known. Tabbatha had asked for a name, Jaxon Ranger. A name that didn't think would haunt me for the rest of my life. 

Tabbatha had gushed about how nice of a young man he was, about her age at the time they met, 25. The old lady had described how a friend of hers by the name of Oscar Heathers. Had met Jaxon through her, they shared common ideas and became fast friends. Tabbatha, Oscar, and Jaxon had always spent time together. 

However, Tabbatha had begun to notice the two young men were spending time with each other and excluding her. Tabbatha had said that she wouldn't have been worried if not for the fact that Oscar had some dangerous hobbies and habits. Dad had asked her to go on but the woman seemed consumed by fear. The old lady had walked away muttering about dusty books and houses up in the mountains. 

When the group had met up again. Dad had mentioned all the information the old woman had told him. His sister then said that she had heard from a young man that there was a hermit that lives up in the mountains called Scar. They had concluded that it was the person that they were looking for. They had decided to wait till tomorrow to pursue the man, resting at Grammy Peggy's. The trip had now taken 3 days.