If this makes any sense One of your ancestors has blood on their hands and you're walking in a path of blood cause of what they did
"Fucking christ, grandma" he whispered, raising the picture to the light.
Perhaps if he wasn't in a basement at midnight with a single nearly-burnt light bulb illuminating the room, the boy may have reacted differently.
Yet he found himself repeating the phrase again as another picture turned up, then another. A series of them, all tying his sweet grandmother, the one that baked the best chocolate chip cookies, to his uncle's murder.
Who left incriminating pictures like that lying around, anyway? He wondered, but the answer was quick to follow. Someone who did not want the memory to fade.
He felt something cold settle in his stomach, and had to swallow back the bile rising in his throat.
When his mother had told him they had a weird family, he had expected affairs and broken marriages not.. whatever this was.
He sighed, shoving it all back into the box, and letting all his families secrets lay back in the belly of the room's floorboards.
Some secrets were better left untold.
Tell me something interesting and I'll write the first thing that comes to mind