_ Mateo Was Here

"You slept here, didn't you?" My father spat. "You cursed this place with your wretched existence. And now my pigs—my investments—are ruined because of you." 

The pigs were dead because of me? I didn't get it. Did the Moon Goddess carve their skins out or something?

Why were there no noises? Father was right. This wasn't ordinary. But it definitely wasn't me. I wasn't even covered in blood. Could they not see?

Come to think of it, this only proved their point that this was done by some extraterrestrial force. Meaning, the Moon Goddess.

But why did she keep doing this to me?

Father's grip tightened on my hair, and for a horrifying moment, I thought he might slam my face back into the carcasses. 

"I didn't," I whimpered, trying to swallow down the bile rising in my throat. "I just—I just slept! That's all I did, I—" 

His foot pressed harder against my spine, forcing me closer to the bodies.