The Journal of Ana, Natalie and Nathaniel Thompson

She did not ask for the twins. They did not ask for her.
First, they wilt together and the demons prosper.
Second, they dispose of her.
Once palmed off to their aunt, they grow. They become stronger. Minds entwined, like fingers and hands.
And soon their screaming of god and death and the devil break their aunt.

She calls the priest.


5. PART 5 - ANA

When the babies grew, they began to get more of a handful. Natalie would scream and cry for no reason, and then Nathaniel would join in. They were only three years old, so it was to be expected. 

I will admit that once, and only once, I became so enraged, that I hit her. My sweet darling babe. I slapped her once, and she fell to the floor. I cried, and exclaimed an apology, again and again...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"get away from me, you bitch!" she growled. I stood instantly, taken aback. She ran away, slamming various doors and crying. 

"Mummy?" Nathaniel looked up, and ran towards me, hugging my leg. That night, I took the knife to my arms for the first time since they were born. When Natalie returned, she snuck behind me, and began to play with the blood. 

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