The woman in front of me is not my wife. She looks like her, she acts like her, but she isn't my wife. As stands there talking about her day, or her family, or some other bullshit, I wonder if she knows I know. I assume she does, but I cannot break my façade or she will kill me.

The woman in front of me is the devil.

"Oh yeah?" I answer, as she continues blabbering devilish nonsense. I found it's better to tune out the devils when they talk to you, to avoid their corruption and seduction.

I walk into the kitchen and peek out at her. She is looking directly at me, a blank stare. She's thinking. I smile and ask her if she wants me to make her dinner and then maybe see a movie.

That would be great. We haven't done anything since it happened, a movie would be nice. How sweet of you.

They don't faze me anymore, not since I found Jesus. Alone, covered in blood, I found Jesus. And with Him protecting me I will not be coyed by this bitch.

Of course a movie would be perfect, a dark, loud distraction. The perfect place to show her real face. They are so transparent, telegraphing their every intention to any God fearing man.

I reach into the drawer and pull out a knife. I carefully put it in my back waistband and walk into the living room. The devil flees at the first sign of danger, the first sign of resistance. It's important to play their game until the perfect moment.

She is opening an envelope, her back facing away from me. Perfect. I walk slowly towards her, but I realize too quickly my folly.

She has a weapon. A letter opener.

I need to act quickly. In one fluid motion, I grab the knife from my waistband and slip it in her back. The skin parts easily and I drive it down, before she can react. The blood flows quickly, and her unholy shriek stops in her throat.

"My wife has been dead for two months.", I growl into her ear.

All she can manage is a guttural whimper as her last breath dies in her esophagus.

I will take her down to the basement, and put her in the freezer with the rest. The devils are numerous, but they are not clever. They come to me to deceive me, but I have heard the word of God and the Lord is my shepherd. I am but an instrument of his Will.

She came to me as my wife, but my wife has been long dead. This unholy doppelgänger will join her in the freezer, where the devil cannot reanimate them, where they might find a semblance of peace.

I rip her clothes off and toss them in the ever-growing pile. One day I'll get around to burning them, but not today. She needs to be cut, divided, dissected, bagged and tagged. When the day of deliverance comes, I will have proof of my holy crusade for St. Peter. And it will be organized.

There is so much work to be done, and so little time. Because sooner or later, someone will come looking.

Some Agent of the devil will come looking for the many demons I have killed.

Someone will come looking for my wife.

And someone will come looking for her sister.