Statue

My parents are working as a sculptor mostly for saints and gods. They've been really religious for as long as I could remember. One morning, while my brother and I were cleaning (It's part of our daily routine, most likely our task). He was cleaning in the living room while I was in the kitchen. I suddenly heard a crash. Just like as sound of a broken vase. I heard my brother apologizing rapidly and then my parents came and scolded him. I just ignore them, I was occupied with the thoughts of getting in to the basketball team. At night, during dinner. I heard my mother asked if she should postpone the delivery for the statue for tomorrow. That's when I realized that what my brother broke was actually the statue of one of the Saints which was supposed to be delivered tomorrow. I went out after dinner to buy some softdrinks. As I was going out, I felt like being watch. As if someone was stating intently at me. I look around the living room. Everything was fine. The sofa were perfectly covered, the statues were complete, and no one was there. I sighed, I must be imagining stuffs. I went out and bought myself something to drink. I had nothing to worry, until I realized something. One of the statue were broken earlier, why is it complete? I quickly went to back to myvhouse and saw that the statue was missing one again. I thought I was just delirious and imagining things, I went to our room and discovered that my mom, dad, and brother, were mudered.