Before anybody ask, this was an English Assignment and had a one page limit. That's why it's so short. I would make it longer, but I'm too lazy to. Sorry. :D Please review.

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God Doesn’t Exist Here

The house stood in the outskirts of the small town, surrounded by tall, thin, leafless trees. Snow blanketed the ground and roof of the wooden dwelling. Rectangle, mahogany windows outlined the outer wall and brown fencing outlined the house. Stunningly beautiful as it is, nobody dared to own the house after what took place twenty years before.

Religious zealots say a demon dwelled inside: they may be right. The Frost family lived there when it happened. Cheery, friendly people, though what happened led the townspeople to believe that they worshipped Satan. Jonathan Frost lived with his wife, Mary, and their twin son and daughter, Forrest and Elena. They rarely came into town, considering they usually grew their own food and create their own necessities, as if it was the 19th century. The children were teenagers who only went to town for school.

All of them kept to themselves.

On the morning of the crime, Elena kissed her mother goodbye and skipped out the door, meeting Forrest outside. They both shared golden blonde hair, light brown eyes, and slightly tanned strong limbs. “Today,” Forrest announced as she neared. “It must be today.”

Elena frowned. “So soon? We’ve just figured out the plan!”

“I just heard from Dad that the mayor wants to buy our home, add annexes, and use it as a resort. Elena, the mayor is blackmailing him.”

She sighed. “I just wished it wasn’t so soon. Alright, after school, okay?” Forrest nodded and they both strolled their way into town.

After school, Forrest shielded an axe, staring at the crimson weapon. “We have to help Dad,” he reminded himself. “We have to stop the mayor.” He wandered upstairs, whistling a tune in an attempt to calm himself. There was no time to panic. He had killed before, but it never gets easier, does it? He glanced into the kitchen and froze.

His parents laid on the ground, dead. A hole occupied the middle of Jonathan’s chest, blood pouring out. Mary’s throat slashed as she laid in an awkward position. Both laid in a pool of blood.

“What the—” Forrest began but got cut short as a sharp sting occurred in his back. He stumbled forward, spun around, and gasped. Elena stood there, holding a blood-stained knife, grinning maliciously. “Elena... why? I can understand our parents but… why me?”

“You wear my face,” she said simply, glaring at her twin. “There can only be one me. I hate this house! I want to be a city girl! I’m glad the mayor is turning this dump into a resort!”

At her last words, she lashed her knife at him, slashing his neck. Forrest’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground, while Elena grinned triumphantly.

The family didn’t worship Satan, but the children were one of a kind. Killing townsfolk that got in their way and dumping them in a ditch two miles from their home became their lifestyle. It didn’t take long for Elena to snap: following her older brother’s directions like a blind puppy sure turned her into something else. Religious zealots say a demon dwelled inside: they may be right.