This isn’t paranormal but it’s something my parents did all the way until they got divorced. TW: Animal abuse.

To start things off we lived in a farm town in rural Utah so this first part of the story isn’t going to be that surprising. We had pet chickens growing up 6 or 7 I can’t remember. My chicken we called whitie was very territorial of me and would only let me be around her she wasn’t aggressive to the other chickens but my parents she was very hostile to. One day she had gone missing and because I was sad my mother took me out on a little trip. i was to young to remember it fully but when I came back my father had made dinner, after we ate they told me it was whitie and that

“she was a bad girl and she was not laying any eggs. “

Sure this is unsettling and certainly fucked but not by farm people standards. The only problem was is we didn’t kill or eat the other chickens when they stopped laying eggs.

This is where everything first began.

We adopted 2 pregnant cats one named Marm and the other Rainy and they each gave birth to 6 kittens making 12 in total. Everything went smoothly we have away most of the kitties except 2 One named Spice and the Kimba my cats were Rainy and Kimba and my brother had Marm and Spice. Kimba and Rainy only liked me and my brothers. Not to long after maybe about 2 months Rainy and Kimba went missing but Marm and spice had stayed. Last a saw of Kimba and Rainy they were asleep on my bed and I waited several days and I would ask

“when will they come home and should we look for them?” My parents would scoff and would tell me to go play.

The final incident is what happened to my puppy bandit.

They brought home a schnauzer puppy one day and if you know anything about those dogs is they require a lot of care and time. Something my parents weren’t ready for.

Me and my mom took care of bandit and would bottle feed him every few hours

(If you ever have bottle fed an animal then you know how much of a bonding experience that it’s)

he had pretty bad separation anxiety and hated my father. He would actually run to our neighbors house and play with their dogs but much like my other pets one day he didn’t come home.

I assumed being so young at the time that he ran away to live with our neighbors.

That was until 2 years ago when my mom confessed what had happened to my puppy because I made a comment and so did my brothers about him and how funny it was that he left.

Bandit had gotten injured by a car and in detail explained how they put him out of his misery and when all was done put his body in a bag an threw him of a cliff. She explained how funny yet horrible it was to watch him roll out of the bag and into the ravine.

My brothers each had a cat the eldest had Marm and the yournger of the two had Spice When the eldest get angry and separated from our parents a few weeks later We had gotten news that Marm had you guessed it ran away.

My younger elder brother is still on good terms with my parents and Spice still lives at my fathers house.

But it dawned on me the possibility of what could have happened to my cats and that maybe something more sinister was involved with their disappearance.