Siamese Soul

The very first picture was a rictus of terror...

 

---A Horror Novel--- 

Once upon a time...

 in the small town of Twinpoint, Texas, drugs, sex, rampage and death ruled the city. When the dark came upon this small town, hell seemed to seep in through the cracks of human emotion and root itself there. In the back alleys, teenagers smoked pot; in the back seats of old Pontiacs and Corvettes, teenagers had unprotected sex; and in the large houses of billionaires who were out of town, orgies and murders brewed within the minds of the town's youth. How different, how extreme it would be to have a massive sex party, and how strange and frightening would it be to get even with someone you hated on a more dangerous level?

Twinpoint had a bad problem with things like this, but the drugs and violence were the worst. The drug rate in Twinpoint seemed to be higher than any other city in Texas, possibly even higher than some of the bigger cities in some of the other states.

Quite recently though, teenager's were into a new trend.

A trend called death.

A string of suicides had suddenly started up in the latter part of 2007, right around Halloween. These suicides were usually grisly scenes. The local police force described several of them as, 'Disturbing, macabre scenes that you'd expect to see in a horror movie.' These suicides were usually done in dramatic ways, as if the victim was giving the bird in death, which--in turn--seemed like the person was telling the whole town, 'Fuck You.'

There were slit wrists, whole bottles of Tylenol ingested, and heads hanging limply from torn pieces of flesh.

These were the things that terrified the citizens of Twinpoint. They feared for their children's safety, their moral values, and most importantly, their lives.

The lives of the teenagers in Twinpoint was what kept many people at home with their children at night.

Although one night, when a man and a woman had gone out by themselves, their teenage daughter cried out in the middle of the night. It was a bloodcurdling scream that had been heard by a man named Donald Craft.

That night, the police were called by the girl's parents.

They had found their daughter dead in her bed.

There was no sign of a break in, or any sign of a murder.

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