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I want to say right now, one of my favorite titles of the story we are getting ready to cover so far. Love the title. The title's pretty cool. I'll admit I'm a little skeptical, mainly because the audience suggested this one, and their track record has been questionable. We've been burned. We have been burned a lot. And you know what? For the record, I enjoyed Tommy Taffy, but that was your all's fault. Any problems you have with it, look in the mirror. That's who did it. But

like there's a lot of creepy pasta, especially like r slash no sleep that have a title. That's a question like that. We've covered a few, right? My dead girlfriend keeps messaging me on Facebook. The thing in the basement is getting better at mimicking people, stuff like that. Right. And it can be hit or miss. Now I I'm with you. I think the title is great. I think it's a good hook. I am very excited for the potential, but the fact the audience suggested it makes me nauseous. Um,

But we'll see if they're worthy of being called our fans. It's true. Well, I shared some of that rage with you as well. I punched four holes in my wall just because I read the comments once. So there's a plethora of walls. Looks like a goddamn beehive in my room right now with the amount of holes and caverns there are.

But I'm excited. I also, as we've said before, I really enjoy whenever the names of the stories also really heavily play into the social media post aspect to it. Yes. Yeah, I do. I do think that's cool because like we've talked about before, the whole premise of our slash no sleep is it has to be conducted in a way that makes sense for it to wind up on no sleep, right? Yeah. So like some of them kind of try to hide it like.

Like they'll kind of fit it in at the end, like the left right game, for example, the very end. It's like I'm sending this as my final message, you know, something like that. Or the guy, the framing device, her friends who posted it online is the one who received the email. And there's others like this or my dead girlfriend that just full bore starts with like,

Hey guys, I know this is a subreddit. I'm going through this and you can do cool stuff with it when you kind of embrace the format. So again, we'll see how it goes. The immersion is beautiful. Well, I say without further ado, this is also by Malia girl 1314.

So, uh, let's say, let's just dive in. Let's go ahead and dive in. There is one thing I want to get off my chest before we start though, that mostly I feel like you'd appreciate. I was in the city, uh, this weekend and some girl runs up to me and she was like, Oh my gosh, are you that guy from creep cast? Not when to go. It's nice. Not Isaiah.

that guy from creep cast that guy that guy you're the guy who does the Jeff Goldblum impression right yes yes yes now if she said that I would have been thrilled I've been like that would have been fucked up that I would have actually quit the pod I would have been like I'm done I'm actually done I would have been like that's right that's me no she wouldn't know that because the editor keeps cutting it the creep TV was the most the most the Jeff Goldblum impression got out because Caitlin wasn't allowed to touch it

Well, you know what I say? I say enjoy it while you could because it's the last time. Alright, let's get into it. Here we go. My wife has been peeking at me from around corners and behind furniture. It's gone from weird to terrifying. Terrifying. My wife Lynn and I have been together for six years and married for 11 months. Our entire history together has been very normal and never once have I noticed any weird behaviors or red flags.

I can't stress enough how out of character this whole thing is for her. Okay, hold on. I'm already surprised. Okay, from the title, I fully expected the beginning to be like, oh, my wife's dead, right? And now her ghost is in the house. Oh, really? I was thinking this was going to be the trajectory of like, oh, man, we've been just for some reason at this time, she's just like a switch has happened.

And then we get to dive into that. I'm surprised. So you thought that... Did you think this was going to be a ghost story? I thought it was going to be like a ghost story or something. Yeah. Or maybe like... Maybe not ghosts necessarily. Maybe like Skinwalker kind of thing. Like, you know, she disappeared. Well, that's what I'm expecting. I'm expecting it's like the switch is... She's like, oh, whatever. And then it's maybe something where...

I don't know if she has been murdered and someone has replaced her. Like, like she is in a physical state still. Maybe it's kind of like my bias for the way the title was formatted. I talked about it earlier. I was kind of expecting a, my dead girlfriend keeps messaging me kind of story. No, you're right. It does have that kind of ring to it. But I, but I emphasize that to say already. I'm like, oh, okay. Let's see what you have. Okay.

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Lynn is very kind, intelligent, and thoughtful. She's always been the no-nonsense type of person. Being childish or trying to scare me is not something she'd normally do. She doesn't even like watching horror movies. Lame. Gosh, you married this girl? Yeah, I know. What the fuck are you thinking, dude? I'm a loser. Yeah, she's kind and thoughtful. Can't be too kind or thoughtful with that kind of thing. You know, we need to roll back out that girl from Pen Pal who I was like...

Oh, yeah. Way too into. Then I realized she was a teenager and I backed off. You know, whatever her name was, that would have been a better option. When we first started dating, she agreed to watch The Shining with me because she knew how much I loved horror. She was so scared that she didn't even make it through half of the movie before we had to turn it off. Okay, I'll stop. I'll stop breaking every paragraph. But The Shining, halfway through,

What happens halfway through The Shining that you would turn it off? Jack Nicholson's hairline. That, you know what, actually, that's fair. All right, continuing. She isn't into anything creepy and has never been into pranks. It's just not her cup of tea, and that's fine. But that's what was so strange about this. It's just so unlike her. I should also add that she never had any mental health issues, and as far as I'm aware, it doesn't run in her family.

I know some people are able to hide their mental health problems, but in the six years we've been together, I think I had seen some sort of sign.

I love these buildups with these stories, too, where it's just like the author has not said anything specifically about what has happened, but it's been so many things like, well, she never used to scare me. I also want to say that she has never been mentally deranged at all. So it's just like slowly building these pieces without ever actually being like, this is what she's doing. It feels like a guy actually coming to the board for help.

So if you pretend like it's not r/nosleep, it's like, yeah, this is formatted like a guy who's like, something's up with my wife. Does anyone have any advice with this? Something like that. Like I said, it embraces the format, right? Right. Two months ago, I was in the kitchen making myself some coffee before work. I was ready to bit late that morning and knew I wouldn't be able to make it to Dunkin Donuts for my usual morning fix.

Jeez, Lynn!

You scared the shit out of me. She immediately popped out of view like a little kid that had been caught. I heard her scurry off towards the living room, and by the time I got to the front door, she was out of sight.

I'm definitely picturing her peeking and you can tell she's smiling. Yeah. Her eyes or eyebrows are raised, you know, man, I'm already okay. I'm in, you know, cause like, it's just so weird too. There's so, it's like not, it's obviously a strange, it's not that she's even threatening. Cause yeah, if I first saw this, I'd be like, what are you, what the hell are you even doing? And then just, and then she like runs off cause she got caught.

there's nothing threatening. It's just so surreal and odd that a grown woman would do that, that it does make it creepy. Yeah. It's like so out of character. Like imagine your wife doing that kind of thing, you know, that would, yeah, no, I would be like, what the fuck are you doing? It would be like, Oh no, come back here. What was that?

explain what that was run off like a toddler yeah don't what like i'm imagining like my wife doing that like if i was walking through the house and it was like just an eye of hers i'd be like no no no no no we're not going to bed until we talk about that yeah there's no way i'd be like yeah especially can you imagine like living on the the day normally after that like we're like brushing our teeth at night i'd be like no seriously what the fuck were you doing earlier

It's just a prank. I'm like, well, don't do that. No more. I'm sorry. Are you a child? Exactly. Were you a fucking jester? I'm going to get you a hat with some bells on it. You freak. Put a collar on her like me. Well, that sounded weird, but you know what I meant? Okay. I lost it. My bad. Okay. Take it back. Immediately. I'm done with that one. But no, it's like it is uncanny. It's like an odd thing.

It's creepy. It's creepy enough, you know? Yeah. It was really weird and just totally out of character for her, like I said, but I also found it kind of funny that she was being more playful and a little less serious. I shouted that I loved her and called her a weirdo. As I shut the door behind me, I heard her laughing. Oh, I don't like that. Even from him. That whole interaction was...

I love you, you fucking freak! And you just hear, behind the door, like, I bet dinner parties at their house are unbearable. Hey, we're throwing on the football game tomorrow night. I'm like, no, no, I'm good. Hey, babe. Hey, you freak! I'm in my attic! They just got a touchdown! She makes the best pork roast, doesn't she, guys? She's like hanging from the ceiling like a spider. Yeah, she's like Chris Camperine across the walls. Yeah.

Isn't her guacamole delicious? Oh man, it's delightful. She's like, you just hear Latin coming from... She's not speaking it, but there's Latin coming from her. Her behavior was a bit odd, but it certainly wasn't something to call a priest over. I forgot about it by lunch, and by the time I got home, she was her normal self. I didn't bring it up, and neither did she, and life went on. The next incident happened three days later.

It was around 2 a.m. and I had woken up to get a drink. I was standing at the kitchen island, jug of OJ in hand, and I felt a strong feeling that I was being watched. For whatever reason, I looked down at the floor and saw my wife's smiling face staring back. She was peeking at me from the other side of the island, staring up at me with wide, unblinking eyes and grinning, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

I screamed. I'll admit it. Not out of irritation, but fear. For some reason at that moment, I was scared. At the sound of my scream, Lynn scuttled backwards out of my scuttled. I do not like the word scuttled being a foot. Yeah, dude. No, no, no, no. She's like vibrating backwards really quick. Yeah. Her hands and feet smacking the tile floor. Oh, I don't like that either.

Her hands and feet smacking the tile floor. Was she a goddamn duck? Now I imagine that she's like running away like a duck. Like, she's just like feet pointed straight out. Just like wobbling side to side. To the ground. That gets me in like horror films when it's like dark, but you hear like the like the running, you know, getting quicker. Okay. See, I didn't have the visual of you doing that, so I didn't know what that clapping was. The, uh... For the collar, you know? Yeah. The...

I will say the new context of this being at 2 a.m. makes the one during the day like you could easily see that being played off. But at 2 a.m., I'd be like, it takes on such a whole new entity. Yeah. I mean, like my wife's like pranked me before, you know, like, oh, yeah, put something scary somewhere. So maybe you could write it off as that. But I would I would ask her about it. If it's super uncharacteristic, though.

It just feels even more odd. You know, it's uncharacteristic. Where the fuck did she pick this up? You know, it's uncharacteristic. I mean, we've only seen one instance, so maybe it happens here. But there's no alleviation after the scare, right?

Like if some, if your friend scares you and you usually laugh, there's like the ha ha, you know, whatever I got, you got me. But if that never happens, then there's like a, it's like just a strange tension, you know? Yeah. That's kind of, it's kind of the vibe I get. Scuttled on my view, top smack in the tile floor. Well,

Wait, whoa, hold on. Her hands and feet smacking the tile floor as she hurried out of the kitchen on all fours. Yeah. I didn't get that far. She's running around the house. It's like, I should have never taken her. Say, Planet of the Apes. On all fours?

I was making a joke about the Latin spider running across the wall. I'm telling you, dude. It's like a goddamn beetle walk around. Yeah, no, there's no way. She's like six inches off the floor, her whole body parallel, and her arms and legs are bent at like the knees and elbows. Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what I'm expecting. What the heck? I didn't run after her or even yell after her. I just stood there frozen in shock wondering what had possessed her to do that.

It took me a little longer than I'd like to admit to go back upstairs, but I eventually did. When I got to our bedroom, Lynn was lying on her side, asleep. I would wake her up. I'd be like, no, no, no, we're talking about this. Yeah, I mean...

Oh, I don't want to wake her. Like hell. I'd fucking turn on the flip on the lights and slam the door. Hey, that's what I'd say. Wake up. My prediction is that there's another entity in the house that looks like his wife. Oh, see, I'm still... If I was a betting man...

I still think that his wife is gone and something has taken its place. That's what I think. That's possible. I'm assuming in between though, there's like a lot of like normal time. At first, I imagine. I think it's going to be a slow transition, I think. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Or at least pretending to be asleep. I stood there for a while watching her breathing to be sure she was really asleep. I had the feeling she might jump out at me the moment I got into bed, but she didn't. Climbed into bed and she didn't even move.

Her breathing was soft and deep, and I was starting to wonder if I'd dreamt the whole thing. The next morning, I waited for her to come down for coffee, and after handing her a mug and kissing her cheek, I decided to ask her about it. "What was that about last night?" I asked, keeping my tone light so I didn't offend or embarrass her. She frowned over her cup of coffee, shaking her head like she had no clue what I was referring to. "You were peeking at me again, from over there," I said, pointing to the spot on the floor by the kitchen island.

She followed my gaze and when she looked back at me, she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard I couldn't help but join her. "You creep me the fuck out sometimes, you know that?" She giggled and set her cup on the counter and wrapped her arms around my neck. "You creep me out all the time, so I guess we're even." What? That was a weird interaction.

This is what I'm thinking. I'm thinking that this is just a fucking socially weird ass couple, dude. I've known some people like this. These are just some weird people. Yeah, like where it's just like a guy's just like, yeah, I mean, my favorite thing to do is play Settlers of Catan and watch the old gargoyle show on Disney XD. And she likes to crochet and eat pears. You're like, what kind of fucking, what world are you in, dude? Your examples are always so hyper specific.

Do you know someone who plays Settlers of Catana and watches Gargoyles on TV? Yes! His girlfriend would crochet the whole time and she'd eat raw pears. It was so fucking odd.

It was unbelievable. I'm telling you. Yes, it's it's it's and I'm like, it makes sense to where it's like, then I'm reading this and I. I don't know. All I know is when I read these things, I'm like, it is. This is not out of the realm of reality of a guy being like just having these kind of awkward interactions and stuff.

I don't know. There are a bunch of people I know who are like strange, you know, socially. And I'm like, what are they like at home? You know? Yeah. Like all the day to day conversations. Yeah. Also, I just want to say to just looking back at her quote was you creep me out all the time. So I guess we're even reading that back. It feels like she didn't respond to anything besides there. Do you think that's like, I mean, it doesn't feel like a human interaction really.

She feels kind of weird. Like, I don't know. You creep me out all the time, so I guess it kind of sounds like she's still not acknowledging what he's talking about. What I mean is he's like, what is that? Because sure, she laughed, but to me, I read it kind of like she's

fucking weird as hell, a creepy eating pears and doing whatever the heck she has to do. But I think like more so, wouldn't you be like, I know I've just been messing with you. Like you would like have a trail on sentence to that. And then her, it's like even, it's even kind of a threat to, or her being like, you creep me out all the time. It's kind of insulting.

The closest thing I could think of is if like Kayla was pranking me and I was like, what's that about? She'd be like, I don't know what you're talking about. Like she would keep the game going, but like the whole, yeah, you creep me out all the time. Like almost making it like a Rome, like a cutesy romantic moment, you know, that was a backhanded. It's a backhanded, like,

compliment kind of thing or it's like it's supposed to be a cutesy insult to me i'm like oh to where in the moment you'd be like oh okay it's normal but i feel like on my drive it would eat at me all day my wife would get some some very inquisitive text what the fuck did you mean by that yeah what are you talking about nothing so funny the bear thing it's so good just eating bears this sounds like this sounds like it eats dry spaghetti

kind of person, right? Like from the just opens a box, eats the dry noodles, you know? Oh, dude. That kind of thing. Yeah. Choose on dry noodles like chips. Yeah. And then cooks it and doesn't use like pasta sauce, but ketchup. Yes. I mean, it's tomatoes. It's all the same thing. You can't taste the difference. Yeah. Those freaks. Yeah. Those. Yeah. The biggest horror of all.

Do you need to talk about it? No, no, no. Okay. We said our goodbyes and left for work. As I drove, I kept thinking about how creepy it had been seeing her grinning at me from behind the island like that. The sounds her hands made on the floor as she crawled away. See, like that? That takes me out of it. My wife has never crawled in my presence. There would be some inquisitive text I would have to send. Yeah, like what the heck?

I told myself she was just trying to be silly, just trying to join me in my love of all things horror. It's not like I was afraid of her, but it still didn't sit right with me. Yeah, maybe this can confine in the realms of just like a weird couple. That's how I'm reading it. Just kind of an oddball couple. Yeah. I started seeing her peeking at me more and more. Sometimes she'd be peeking out from behind the couch or living room curtains. Once you managed to get inside her grandmother's old trunk that sits at the foot of our bed.

I might not have even known she was there at all had the trunk's old hinges not given her away. Hey, babe, could you get out of the trunk, please? Imagine you're going to bed tonight, you're like in your boxers and t-shirt and you walk out of bed and your wife is just in a box. Yeah, you're like scratching your balls, you're farting and all kinds of stuff. And then like my wife is just at the foot of my bed in the smallest Bolvarian trunk of all time. And I'm like, how the hell did you even get in there? Can you please...

Come to bed. Get out of the drunk place. I'm going to have an affair just to make you do something else. Just to make you mad. I don't want to, but... I need to feel something else besides fear. I need to feel something. I'm constantly afraid in this house. People are looking at me like a freak. Well, she hasn't gone to work in four months because she just sits in the trunk all day.

You bring like her parents over there like sweetie you want to come out just like looking at you like an eye. Yeah we have to bring the family therapist over it's like this old German guy he's like times will get out of the get out of the trunk yeah come to me Lynn come so he says did this family the pair family have a German therapist that I don't know okay.

That was your first abstraction? Yeah, that was the first piece of fiction to that story, by the way. She had the lip propped up just enough so that only half of her face peeked through. She'd been grinning like an excited toddler. It was unnerving. I didn't even know what to say to her. All I could do was stare. When I finally found my voice, I asked her why on earth she was doing this. She didn't answer, but she had slowly closed the lid. Oh, dude.

Can we talk about this like adults? Although let me read the sentence. She didn't answer, but she had slowly closed the lid, shutting herself inside the trunk. I just walked away feeling disturbed. Imagine that you walk out. You're like, babe, can you, can we go to bed? And she just like slowly sets the trunk and you're like,

I guess I'm watching Family Guy reruns. I guess I'm sitting on the couch. Oh, look. Family Matters is on reruns. I guess I'll leave that on. Cosby shows on. I feel awkward about that, but I guess I'm watching it. I didn't understand why she was doing it, but it clearly made her happy. I just hoped she would tire out of the game quickly. Let it peak at me for the next two weeks. I started to think she was done with her weird prank, and I was relieved.

We were watching a show on Netflix one night and I jokingly said that I hadn't seen her peeking at me lately and that she must have given up on her spy game. She looked up at me with a small smile and said, maybe I've just gotten better at it. Oh, I don't. That's a great line. I didn't like that. That's, that's a great line. That's fucking creepy. You know what? You know why that fucked me up though too is because my fat ass is thinking about like me Chuck, like scarfing down some chocolate cake at night and not realizing that my wife is just watching me devour chocolate

Like a piece of like triple chocolate cake. And I'm like, did you see that? Did you see me eat the triple chocolate cake? I mean, it's like, sorry, go ahead. Finish your bed. No, it's fine. There's like this sacredness to your house, right? You know that like when you're up at like two in the morning walking around and stuff like that, like, you know, you're in your own world. Who cares? Yeah.

But it's weird to think that the person kind of invading that privacy would be like the one person you share it with, you know? Because there's not any other scenarios I can think of where like my wife would feel like an intruder, you know? Yeah. Well, it's the person you're supposed to trust more than anyone else on Earth. Exactly. Yeah. But if she was like refusing to talk about how she would spy on me for long periods of time and I couldn't see her, like...

Dude. Well, it's just weird. That's good. You know, I can't think of a time because every like, oh, my wife is scary horror story I know is about like possession or, you know, demonic stuff like that, whatever. This one's just kind of eerie. I like it. I didn't say anything, but I wondered whether or not she was joking. For the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said. Was she still peeking at me when I wasn't looking and I just hadn't noticed? And if so, what the hell was she getting out of this?

I started to feel paranoid, constantly checking whether she was watching from around the corner or behind a door. I was jumping whenever I was home and she wasn't in full view of me. I felt stupid and a little crazy. But after a few weeks without another incident, I began to relax. I stopped checking behind furniture and walls and told myself it was just a bad memory. Then a few days ago, things got much worse. Lynn left to go to a friend's and I lounged on the couch and played a couple games on my laptop.

Around 9 p.m., I hopped in the shower as I was washing the soap from my hair. Man, okay, I'm getting chills now. Yeah, imagine... Because it's your wife, bro, you know? Like, it's supposed to be just positive feelings. Well, one thing that's kind of interesting about the instinctual feeling of... Except my wife, who always barks at me when I'm recording these episodes. The instinctual feeling of, like...

knowing that someone is watching you is such a weird human trait to have but for the idea of it to feel so foreign from someone that you're supposed to trust so much is just really interesting yeah because i feel like i've had feelings like oh i can tell him i like you you can it's like different presence you know what i mean yeah like whenever you feel like a stranger's looking at you like and you have that feeling is different than when you feel like your wife is maybe looking at you yeah so i'm just i feel like his body is even picking up on like oh i feel like

like some kind of stranger is looking at me right now. Yeah. Yeah. There's been a lot. So it's like that primal thing, right? Of like, someone's looking at me, someone's looking at me. Yeah. But you, you like, don't get that with your wife or, you know, the person you live with or whatever, but to like, yeah, like you said, like to pick up, it's almost like you relearn that fear of them, you know, that's interesting. I was in the shower. I felt that awful feeling that I was being watched slowly open my eyes and almost had a heart attack.

Lynn was peeking from behind the shower curtain. Her entire head stretched into the shower, leaving just her body outside. Her long, dark hair hung against the curtain, the end stripping with water. Her mouth hung open in a terrible grin, eyes wide and red as if she hadn't blinked in a while. I screamed and jumped back against the wall. She didn't move, nor did her smile waver.

Her makeup ran down her cheeks and two black streaks. She looked giddy and completely deranged. I was terrified. That's awesome. That's really good. That's good. Her eyes like she won't blink. She's just wanting to look at you. We stood like that for a few moments, neither of us saying a word. Finally, after what felt like forever, she slowly pulled her head back out of the shower and I watched her blurry figure through the curtain as she moved backwards towards the bathroom door.

A second later, the bathroom door slammed shut, hard enough to rattle the mirror. I screamed again and jumped out of the shower to lock the door. I stayed inside the bathroom for over an hour. Maybe I overreacted to some of you, but joke or not, I wasn't going to put up with this crazy shit anymore. That's what I kept telling myself as I paced in my bathroom, stopping to listen at the door every few minutes. Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound, and I pressed my ear against the bathroom door, straining to listen.

I couldn't hear anything, but I envisioned Lynn standing on the other side of the door, giggling at her joke. I felt a surge of anger. I was beyond pissed at being made to feel scared in my own house and made to hide in the bathroom for an hour. All for what? Some joke? If it was a joke, it was an awful one. What the fuck, Lynn? This shit's getting really fucking annoying. I waited for her to apologize or to call me a jerk, but instead I heard a faint moan. So quiet, I wondered if I heard it at all.

and then complete silence. "Lynn?" I called out, not able to even hide the shakiness in my voice. I got no response, just my own heavy breathing. "I swear to God, just fucking stop it!" I yelled, pounding my fist on the door. I waited for her to cuss me out, something I would expect from me talking to her like that. I never screamed at her before, but there was nothing, just the occasional drip from the shower head. I won't deny that I was scared,

Too afraid to open the damn door and face my own wife. I waited another 30 minutes or so, which feels like a lifetime when you're scared. Finally, I decided I wasn't going to spend the night hiding in my bathroom, so I got down on my knees and peered under the door. I almost expected to see her face peeking back at me, but thankfully I didn't. I could see straight down the hallway to the top of the stairs, but no Lynn. I didn't know if I should be happy about that or not.

i looked for a few minutes waiting to see her head pop up over the top step but it never came man oh what an awful idea what an awful visual i stood up my hand hovering over the door and mentally prepared myself to open it i slowly turned the lock with shaky fingers i was about to yank it open and i heard a sound still makes me feel nauseous when i think about it a moan louder than before this time i was able to tell just where it was coming from

I turned my head to the closet door as if in slow motion and locked eyes with my wife who was peeking out from the slight gap. Her eyes were still wide as ever and her mouth was hanging open in the most grotesque, gaping smile I'd ever seen. I didn't even scream. I was too scared for even that. Her hands were clasped to her chest, body trembling with sheer delight as if she could barely contain her excitement.

A short, raspy moan bubbled up from her throat. Deep and raw. Sending a shiver through my entire body. How do you imagine the moan sounding? You can't hear it, but they can. No, I can hear that. Yeah, kind of like a death rattle kind of noise almost, you know? Well, imagine if you're smiling. It's like... Oh!

Oh, yeah, yeah. Like you're so eager with the excitement. You're like trying to hold in a scream almost, you know? Yeah. Almost like it's like the kind of like short burst of air you get from trying to hold in your laughter. Almost. I'm just like a picture of my head because this is there's so much. I'm so glued to the story. I haven't really even been wanting to talk. It's been so good, but I'm trying to get.

In my mind's eye, I'm having a hard time figuring out what the short, raspy moon is. I think what it is, is she like visibly, like her eyes are red because she's holding them open. Her mouth is huge. She has her hands clasped up to her chest, like not across her chest, but like a kid who's like excited to go somewhere and has like his fist up and he's like bouncing, you know?

Yeah. And I imagine they're wearing a backpack or something. Yeah. Yeah. It's like, yeah, yeah, exactly. And I imagine the moment to be like, kind of like a little eek, you know, like, like, you know, yeah, like a, like a very, like a little high pitch frequency with it. Yeah. Yeah.

like the little bit of the the big bubbling rasping like the bubble that's coming up from her throat is carrying in just like a very low bit of wind coming from her uh or air coming that's over the top of this just like leaking out a high-pitched frequency she is so excited for this yeah yeah somehow i found the ability to pull the bathroom door open and ran as fast as i could all the way down the steps snagging my keys and phone from the table in the living room before running outside to my car

I could hear her shrill laughter behind me, but I didn't hear her getting closer. I didn't bother shutting the front door. I drove away from the house faster than I legally should have, shivering the entire time, either from fear or the cold. Maybe a little of both. I hadn't grabbed a coat or even a pair of shoes. I was still in my boxers and my hair was still damp. I drove straight to my brother Chris's house about 40 minutes away, ignoring any and every call and text I got.

I didn't check my phone until I was safely parked in my brother's driveway.

Lynn had called four times and sent a flurry of texts, all wondering where I'd gone and why I left, quote, like that. I'm reading that she's sending these texts as well. Like, I'm just picturing her smiling, looking at her phone. Yeah. I think left like that, I think it's much more malicious. Or it's like, you know, like almost like mocking and antagonizing. Yeah, it's like, oh, why'd you leave like that? Oh, you scared? Oh, you scaredy boy? Like that kind of thing. Yeah. Why'd you leave like that? Yeah, yeah.

Like there's a, there's like a, like a high school mockery to it. Almost. Yeah. I threw my phone at the dash in rage, furious at her nonchalant attitude. My brother and his wife were surprised to see me, especially dressed in just a pair of boxers, but told me to stay as long as I needed. Chris lit me some clothes and asked me what happened. Told him Lynn and I had a fight, but didn't get into the details. I didn't want him to think I was overreacting, leaving my wife over a prank, even if it was a strange one.

I mean, hadn't I encouraged her for years to lighten up instead of being so serious all the time? I'd wanted her to relax and loosen up, but this was definitely not what I'd had in mind. That is a hard situation to get anyone else to understand. You know? Like, your friend comes over, he's like, well, she...

She peeked at me. She was really excited about it. Well, I think it's just, it's just, it's insane. I mean, like you probably feel like you're going absolutely crazy. Yeah. I mean, like, how do you reason that through? I mean, even to himself, he's like,

He understands that this is an absurd situation, but it's how long it's gone on and her like unreasonableness afterwards that's got him. So I'd understand being mad, you know? Yeah. And being in a relationship too, I think that there's a lot of like give and take, especially when you've been in a relationship so long, that's just like...

I don't know, like the amount of guilt you must feel as well or like just to be like, what am I doing? I'm overreacting. Like you would be like you would be dancing circles around your head trying to make sense of all this. Yeah, yeah. I tried to sleep on their sofa, but my brain wouldn't let me sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I saw Lynn's face staring at me from inside the closet, knowing she'd been in there with me the entire time, made my skin crawl. She never left the bathroom at all.

said she flipped inside the closet and slammed the bathroom door shut to fool me the mere thought of going back home gave me anxiety i tossed and turned unable to sleep chris ended up giving me a sleeping pill so i was able to get a little rest my sleep was filled with terrible dreams

all of Lynn's smiling face. Do you think this could be some kind of creature that is like feeding off of fear? Almost. It could be like a mimic of sorts. It's like relishing and the idea of just watching him be afraid. Yeah, it could be like a parasite type thing. Yeah, that's what I mean. The question would be if it just looks like his wife and it killed her or maybe it's kind of like a possession thing.

Like it controls his wife, you know? Yeah. I'm almost wondering if it's something that gets passed on as well. Like an, it follows deal of like, did something similar happen that maybe she didn't talk to her husband about before he even knew she was gone and this thing had replaced her. So if I think of it as just like a woman, like when I picture the story in my head, it's, it's more viscerally scary, you know?

Like a stranger making that face and smiling and being so happy. But when I picture my wife, it's more so like... It's annoyance, you know? I guess. It's annoyance, but to me, it's even worse because you can... It's much easier whenever it's a stranger because you've never perceived that person any other way probably besides this. So when it's someone that you know, one, my immediate thing is you feel guilt and you're also like, are you okay? Yeah.

Yeah. Because you're like, I'm trying, I'm like trying to help you. But at the same time, I feel like I want to leave and I feel guilty. Like there's so many different kinds of, I think emotions that go into it. It's yeah. It's a weird emotion. You know, it's almost like, have you ever tried to like reason with someone who's high? Yeah.

Yeah. Where it's like, I know what you mean. Yeah. Where you're like, no, like, come on, talk to me talking. Like, you know, they're in there, but you can't get through to them. So you're trying to figure out how to phrase yourself to get through to them. You know, like, right. It's it's yeah. It's like there's a veil almost. It's kind of, it's creepy in that way. Yeah. I woke up just as the sun started to rise. My sore body ached from the sofa and I felt drained.

I knew I'd have to call Lynn at some point, but I didn't know what to say to her. I wouldn't be going home unless she gave me her word she'd never do any more creepy shit. I just wanted my wife back. Her normal, serious self never looked so good to me. I was contemplating calling her and telling her that when that familiar feeling came over me. I was being watched. I was staring at the ceiling, my heart in my throat. Didn't want to look away, but the longer I ignored the feeling, the worse it got. My eyes drifted away from the ceiling, almost on their own.

Her face was pressed up against the window beside the couch. Oh, man. Staring down at me with that same gaping smile. Bro. Oh, gosh. It followed him all the way there. Drool dribbled down her lips, leaving two long streaks down the glass.

i didn't know how long she'd been there but something told me she'd been there for quite a while possibly all night bro if that's the case if that's the case then too i think that you were right to assume that's something paranormal yeah i mean how else would it know yeah of course where you were at it was where he went it was a 40 minute drive

and it got there you know yeah unless it stowed away in the car with him how could it do that if not paranormal exactly which that's another terrifying fact that it was in the car with him the whole time yeah that was moving it keeps moving and like plotting how it's going to like follow and watch him yeah it's just interesting i didn't bother screaming though i was afraid anger trumped any fear i felt at that moment i jumped up from the couch and pounded my palm against the glass

"Lynn! Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you? Just go home! Now!" She didn't move, and her ghastly expression never changed. If anything, her smile only grew, as if she had never been more elated. I could hear Chris and his wife moving around upstairs, as if Lynn could hear them from her place outside. Her head twitched slightly in their direction, and she began to close her mouth slowly. Chris called my name from upstairs, obviously concerned. I turned to see him and his wife Rebecca hurrying down the steps.

And I turned back to the window. Lynn was gone. The only sign she'd been there at all was the two streaks of drool still dripping down the glass. I tried explaining to Chris and Rebecca about waking up and seeing Lynn watching me through their window. They were skeptical. Who wouldn't be? That's a nice setup, not to interrupt you. That's a nice setup, too, because Chris did give our protagonist some, like, sleeping pills before, too. Yep. So who knows? I mean, we don't know. I mean, it could still be a hallucination of some kind. Could be.

chris and i went outside of the spot in front of the window but there were no footprints in the dirt just a slight indent animal probably chris guessed and i didn't argue he and rebecca assumed i dropped the entire episode but they didn't understand and i was too tired to explain it to them i called out of work that day and turned my cell off i didn't want to face lynn just talking to her was too much for me at that point

I really started to believe something was irreversibly wrong with her. That no matter what promises she made, we'd never be the same again. The thought saddened me to my core. I cried most of the morning. By noon, I figured I was ready to confront her. Give her one last chance to explain herself. I could at least give her that after six years, I told myself. I turned my phone on and saw the dozens of texts she'd sent. All from a seemingly concerned wife. Can we talk? I love you.

Please call me. I'm really worried. Can you answer? Just come home. And more of the same. All texts telling me she loved me and she wanted me home. How worried she was. Not a damn one addressing the crazy shit she pulled. Like she had been acting like a character from a Stephen King book. I'll also mention those texts are very vapid and just like generic, you know? Well, yeah. And to end with just come home. I mean, it feels like bait. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It does feel like swinging the carrot on a stick sort of, right? Definitely, yeah. Even her texts were different. She normally texted novels just to tell me to pick up a loaf of bread. You'd think she'd have more to say after her bizarre shenanigans.

That's what I mean, right? Like normally like your person will text you more detail or something more specific than just I love you. Please call me, you know? Well, yeah, it's very Skinwalker-esque. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I get it, bro. I'm fully there with you. Look, I was...

would have said grounds for divorce after the crawling away on all fours. Everything else is just reaffirmed that point. I would have never spoken to this person again as soon as she got in the fucking trunk. The trunk was the last straw for me. Yeah, yeah. Like maybe you can save the marriage after the shower thing. Maybe but that yeah, no, absolutely not. Yeah. I ended up staying with Chris and Rebecca for another night.

i didn't wake up yesterday until afternoon and thankfully i didn't see lynn's face watching me through the window i don't want to pry because it's not my place but is this fight something that can be mended rebecca asked she made us both a sandwich for lunch and i knew she wanted to breach the subject without seeming to be nosy i don't know i just she's like a different person i said choosing my words carefully i still wasn't ready for her or kristen of the full extent of the bad craziness i had been dealing with people change ben

She's still the same woman you married. Maybe we'll just need to talk through the issues. Whatever's going on, I'm sure it can be fixed. She said, ever the peacemaker. I think it's beyond that now. I don't think talking would help. I just don't trust her. I said. The words stung in my heart. I missed and loved my wife. How could I live with someone like that? Living in constant fear didn't sound too appealing. Lynn loves you. She has to be absolutely crushed.

I don't know about that. Well, she certainly seemed like it to me. I've never seen her so upset. Very much unlike the Lynn I know. She said, shaking her head sadly. It took a full minute for her words to really sink in, and when they did, I felt dread worming its way through my skin.

Wait, what do you mean? You saw her? You saw Lynn? Oh, I didn't even register that. Yeah, it took me a second to. I'm like, oh, fuck. When did you see her today? Yeah. Or is she in the house? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Like waking up, like waking up. It's like, oh, yeah, we invited her over for dinner or something. Oh, God. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Rebecca nodded casually as if the fact wasn't nightmare fuel. Maybe for her it wasn't. She stopped by this morning just after Chris left for work. Oh, God. Oh, God.

You've been in the house all day, a safe space. Oh, God. Sleeping too defenseless. Oh, gosh.

Oh, she said cleaning the plates from the table. I didn't see her car, though. Maybe she took an Uber or something. Oh, dude, he told you that she was outside the door and Chris was like, I bet it's like a deer. Well, I mean, realistically, I come to your house and I'm like, yeah, dude, Kayla. She was pressed up against the glass this morning. Oh, sure. Sure. No, no, no. Here's the thing.

let's say that happens right i you you say that to me i say this to my wife yeah i don't know i think isaiah i think he's still a bit loopy he said he saw uh kayla come up yeah and my wife would be like oh yeah he's probably just you know still sure yeah dozing off and then if if kayla was like hey can i come in and i'd be like where's the next day the next day i feel like

Okay, okay, it's the next day. You're right, you're right. Okay, you're right. Which does give it some level of like, okay, forget about that. Oh, here she is. A little bit of a five, yeah. Sure. I would still be, yeah, I don't know. It puts me on edge a bit. Beck, what did she say? Did she come inside? I asked, sweat starting to break out on my forehead. I began looking around, examining corners as though a predator lurked behind them. No, she just asked if you were awake yet, and I said that you weren't.

i asked if she wanted to wake you but she said no just said to let you sleep she said as she washed the dishes that's all she didn't say anything else no she looked awful though like she hadn't slept in days i think you should call her i got up from the table and thanked rebecca for lunch i felt a little bit better at the knowledge that at least she hadn't come inside still i need to double check that the doors were locked

except for a while trying to figure out what to do next i didn't want to go home but i felt that i owed it to lynn to help her if i could had i sworn an oath to love and honor her through sickness and in health clearly she was very sick and that's a good point right like true my wife's had some mental snap i want to help her if possible of course yeah yeah he's not the main character's not a monster he's just completely drained i mean he's he slept for basically 24 straight hours because of just

probably tossing and turning thinking about this stuff. Nothing supernatural has happened in the story, right? Like we're theorizing what it might be, but it's, I like the mention of like, I need to make sure the doors are locked because yeah, that probably would keep her out because we haven't seen anything so far. Like, oh, she can like, you know, crawl phase through a door or something like that. Well, he's, he's scratching. He's scratching for any kind of security at this moment. Yeah. He does completely restless mind. Yeah, man. I'm so locked in. This is great.

Yeah. You know what audience you're, you're all right for now. It's going to be like two paragraphs later. It's going to be like, there's a seven year old boy and he's like, have you seen Tommy? Rebecca brought out her cousin, her nine year old cousin. We're going to go to see the skin men. Oh, is that a guy? Yeah. Rebecca shows up in a bear suit.

Yeah, I'd be like, okay. All right. I see. I see what happened here. If she was sick, which I truly believe she was, I had to try and get her the help she needed, but I didn't even know where to start. I didn't want to call the police. And besides, what the hell is I going to tell them that my wife was peeking at me? She was being creepy. As bizarre as she'd been, she still hadn't committed any crime. Not yet anyway.

The police would have probably said that I was overreacting, but this wasn't some prank. It felt wrong, dangerous even, like something sinister lurked beneath her smile.

I knew as her husband I was well within my rights to have her committed, but what if... That's a funny way of phrasing that line. Very 1950s. That's what I was thinking. She's hysterical. I know that when a woman begins to lose her mind, it's only right that she be put into a ward as anyone... Yeah, as any normal woman would. As any respectful, God-fearing husband would, and then sleep with his secretary to take the pain off of his mind. You know, as God intended.

in the Bible, as my pastor said. But what if she simply acted normal in their presence? She'd obviously been able to fool Rebecca into thinking she was just a concerned wife. As long as the doctors didn't find her a danger to herself or others, they'd have no choice but to release her after 72 hours. I felt lost and overwhelmed. I will say, if this story was set in the 1950s, it would have been two paragraphs long. My wife leaned around a corner, so I shot her. Anyway...

So I choked her out and threw her in the lake. That'll teach her for burning the roast. Yeah, exactly. Now she'll stop crying so much around the house. Maybe if she wasn't a pagan, this wouldn't have happened. She is Catholic. What do you do? God bless you, FDR. God bless you.

So I did what any husband in my position would do. I called her mother. That's a funny, that's a funny line. I didn't want to believe me. Her mother, Marianne and I were never on the best of terms. I never fought or anything like that.

She just wasn't a very warm person and wasn't really easy to get along with. She hardly ever smiled and when she did, only her lips would move into a thin-lipped smile, leaving her eyes as blank as before. She gave off this aura that felt like she was permanently on the offensive.

I'd only ever met her twice, and both times were for such short visits. I got the impression she didn't approve of me for her daughter. Lynn always ushered us out quickly, and she didn't want me to feel uncomfortable, which I was grateful for. Being in her mother's company felt almost unbearable, like walking on glass. I was glad when we moved three states away so we didn't have to see her often. I was happy to avoid the woman. I needed her help.

i really didn't want to talk to her at all but i had to talk to someone and someone who knew lynn better than i did so i gripped my teeth and did what i had to yes she answered already sounding irritated marianne it's me ben do you have a minute to talk i asked i could hear her cluck her tongue in irritation i'm in the middle of writing some checks but if you insist i suppose i can spare a moment

"What is it that you want to discuss, Benjamin?" She said coolly. "It's about Lynn. She's been acting strangely and I was wondering if you had any idea whether there was something..." I was quickly interrupted. "It's a bit difficult to follow your rambling, Benjamin. What is it that you want from me?" She asked. I could almost see her standing there with her thin sweater and slacks, tapping her fingernails impatiently on the table. "I wanted to know if you've noticed any odd behavior."

Or possibly any mental health issues. There was a long, uncomfortable pause that I couldn't tell was because she was just thinking or something else. Finally, after a few seconds, she spoke. I'm not sure if this is one of your jokes, Benjamin. But if so, I don't find the humor in it.

Now, I do have business to attend to, as I've said, so if you don't mind... She said, but I cut her off before she could get rid of me. Marianne, it's not a joke. I'm sincerely concerned about Lynn's mental health. Her behavior has been very erratic lately, and I'm very worried about her, and I figured as her mother, you would be as well. I said, the frustration evident in my voice. If you're truly concerned, then I suggest you get the health professionals involved. I don't know what you expect of me.

She snapped. I could tell she was seconds away from hanging up, and for some reason I was desperate not to let her. I had the feeling that she knew a lot more than she was letting on. Please, if not for me, do it for Lynn. I heard a faint, shaky intake of breath, as if she were trying to hold her steeply persona together, but failing.

"Marian, what's..." "Benjamin, I don't know what to tell you. My only advice would be to seek professional help. Do not call here again. Goodbye." I tried to call out to her, but she'd hung up. I tried to wrap my head around the call and her refusal to help me. Even if she didn't like me, why wouldn't she want to help her own daughter? I couldn't understand that. I tried to replay the conversation, desperate to find something I missed. After a while, I almost gave up, till I remembered her last words to me: "Seek professional help."

She said those words with a bit of urgency. I could have just been grasping at straws, but no, I was sure her voice had changed ever so slightly when she said that, as if they were very important. What had she meant? I assume she'd been referring to medical professionals, but maybe she was referring to someone else. Someone that she didn't, for some reason, feel comfortable saying directly. Maybe I was just desperate. Well, I feel like the mom...

Has seen this out of Lynn before, maybe? Yeah.

Yeah, I think so. And maybe that's why she had all of the animosity towards Benjamin, like when they were dating and stuff like that, because she didn't want Benjamin to go through it, perhaps. Yeah, I'm thinking that because Lynn, they've been married six years, or they've been together six years and married for 11 months. Yeah. And he's only seen her mom twice, and now they live three states away. What I'm wondering is, is Lynn keeping him from her parents

past or her past self to where he didn't want, she doesn't want him to be around Benjamin to be around the Marianne because Marianne might be like, Hey, you don't know what you're getting yourself into. Or maybe like, maybe she has something that comes out, you know, once every 10 years or something like that. Yeah. I waited for Chris to get home. And after a very long and exhausting conversation with him and Rebecca, I convinced him that Lynn truly needed psychiatric help.

I didn't tell them everything, so prepared to go into it yet, but I told them about our last encounter. How she hid in the bathroom, peeking at me from the closet. They were obviously shocked, but thankfully they believed me. They too just wanted to help her. Still, they didn't think it was all that serious. Weird, maybe, but not dangerous. They just kept saying that Lynn had to be playing some kind of weird joke. Maybe for YouTube? I

Everywhere you look, everywhere. Yeah, it's so hot, it's so hot. She's actually a very prolific YouTuber called Linnyboo755. She's a cam girl, Benjamin. She's really into this thing called Creepcast, and she figured if she acted strange enough, maybe you'd put it on r slash no sleep. Sorry. Chris didn't think we should involve the police just yet. He offered instead to go with me, and I readily accepted.

He reasoned that calmly talking to her, trying to coax her into going willingly, was the best recourse. I agreed to do it his way. At least I wouldn't be going to that house alone. We drove over this morning, just after breakfast. There was no way I was going at night. When we pulled into the driveway, my stomach began doing somersaults. Her car wasn't there, but I still didn't let my guard down. The front door was ajar, and for a split second, I thought we'd seen her eyes staring through the gap. I was shaking and starting to sweat.

Chris however was fine. He waited for me to open the door, his hands in his pockets like he was going on a stroll through the park. I envied his ignorance. I pushed the door open and was immediately hit with the stench of rot. Chris smelled it too, but he walked in the house behind me with his nose scrunched up. "What do you guys use to clean the floors around here? Shit?" "Shut up." I said, my eyes darting around for any signs of Lynn. The house was deadly quiet and dark despite being 10 in the morning.

All the curtains were closed up tight, refusing to allow any sunlight inside. If I hadn't left it just two days prior, I'd have thought the house to be abandoned. We moved through each room, carefully checking any place she might hide, occasionally calling her name. "Why the fuck are you looking under the couch? Are we looking for your wife?" He was looking at me like I was a moron. "Let's just go upstairs." He shook his head but followed me up the stairs to check the bathroom and spare bedroom.

On the way up, my shoes crunched over pieces of glass that looked to be littered over a few of the steps. I noticed that one of Lynn and my wedding portraits that hung on the wall along the staircase had been smashed, the frame hung crookedly, all the glass removed. I stared at the picture, a lump forming in my throat. We had taken the photo just after leaving the church, after saying our vows. She looked so beautiful in her white gown. I looked at Lynn's beautiful face.

I never dreamed her face would ever be a source of terror for me. We climbed the rest of the steps and checked the spare bedroom, but it looked completely untouched. I was hesitant to go into the bathroom, my fear from that night coming back to me all at once. Chris noticed and offered to go in by himself, but I couldn't let him do that. So, we walked in together, checking the closet and the shower. The bathroom looked as if it hadn't been touched since the night I left. "I don't think she's here, Ben."

Why don't you pack some clothes and we'll try coming back tomorrow or something. Chris said. I nodded and went into our bedroom and shoved some clothes into a duffel bag. When I checked inside our closet, I came across the source of the smell and gagged. Chris took one look and lost all color in his face. He had to go stand by the stairs to get away from the sight and smell. I gazed down in shock at what lay inside my bedroom closet. Soaking into the rug were at least a dozen eyeballs.

all carefully laid out in pairs. Some were as large as a quarter, while others were as tiny as a marble. I stared down at the eyes she collected from the small animals and wondered how she'd gotten them. Shuddered at the thought. Man, I thought I had it bad with Becca's shoe addiction, but fuck me. Your wife's in here collecting eyeballs. Ben, I think we should go. I'm getting nauseous. I would punch him in the face.

Speaker 2 : Yeah, exactly. You're yeah. I thought my, I thought my broad was bad with all of her weird shoes. Hey man, yours is legitimately a lunatic. I'm getting the hell out of it. It smells like baby diapers and shit. Speaker 0 : Hey pal, at least these are less expensive. Am I right? You can get eyeballs in the backyard. Ain't got to spend the check on the misses the old ball and chain. You hear? Speaker 2 : Yeah. Yeah. You're lucky pal. All right.

Speaker 0 : Get some Febreze clear that ride up. Yeah. I guess I'm for breeze. You can't go to UK. He go to prison for tackling the neighborhood dog and ripping out his eyeballs. You'll be just fine. But you know, you know what? You can't get over that price from pay less shoes that that receipt she brings home. Am I right? Put her, put her there.

The one thing you can't get over is a Balenciaga receipt. Yeah, I'll tell you what. You think eyeballs are bad? How about some eye Balenciaga on a receipt, you hear? Yeah, I'll tell you what. All right. I grabbed my duffel and shut the closet door on my new nightmare. Stepped out into the hall and took a deep breath of air. I could taste the rot on my tongue and I couldn't help but gag. Who the fuck lines up eyeballs in their closet like that? I tried to tell you she needed help. She doesn't need help. She needs a fucking exorcist.

"You coming or what? I can't stand the smell on me." His words died in his throat and his eyes grew wide with fear. I didn't ask him why. I could feel it. Someone was watching me and I didn't think it was the eyes in the closet. I turned around, my eyes slowly scanning the bedroom. "Christ." I whispered as I finally saw what we'd missed. Under the bed, curled on her side, watching us with the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning, was my wife.

She held her hands together just under her chin and they were shaking eagerly. Now that she knew she'd been found, I could hear the quiet noises she was making. A sort of hiccuping sound in her throat as if the excitement was just too much for her. It was unnerving to say the least. Wide eyes and that same huge smile. Everything in me told me to run, but I forced it anyway. This was my wife. No matter how twisted, she was still the woman I married. I had to help her.

"Lyn." She didn't respond, but her head bobbed back and forth in two quick little movements as if she were nodding. "Baby, I just want to help, okay? Can you let me do that?" I'd taken a single step forward, approaching her like some kind of dangerous animal. "I love you, Lyn." I said softly, taking another step closer. She let a tiny moan escape her wide open mouth and I had to resist the urge to run. Her shoulders were starting to quiver and her eyes grew as large as saucers.

Crouched down so I could see her better, and immediately saw the blood. Her hands were covered in it. I trembled more the closer I got, as if she were barely able to contain herself. Are you hurt? You're bleeding. I said. She bobbed her head again, and her bloody fingers moving up and down as if playing an invisible piano. I occasionally grazed her chin, leaving smears of blood on her skin. I wanted to recoil in disgust. The smell that was coming off of her was revolting. I could feel the vomit trying to climb up my throat.

Her lips were dry and stretched thin, blood seeping between the cracks. I knew she wouldn't come out on her own, but I didn't want to leave her in the state she was in. I scooted closer and reached out to her. The excited hiccuping sounds got louder and her hands shook, fingers flexing. It was then that I could see the blood oozing from in between her fingers. Oh my god, Lynn. You're bleeding. Lynn!

Instinctively, I reached out to take her hand, but before I could even touch her, her hand sprang out towards me. Sharp pain shot through my arm and I fell back on my ass. My arm burned and I could see the blood dripping down onto the carpet. I looked back at her in shock and saw her grinning madly, her fingers clutching a large shard of glass. "You alright in there?"

I hate Chris. I hate Chris so much. He's like taking all of the wind out of this really good story. It's so fucking annoying. Hey, I know I saw those eyeballs and you've been like, you saw your dead wife or something with blood. You okay? I thought those shoes were bad, buddy. Anyway, let's get... Yo!

Oh man. Anyway, you all right in there? I thought the BOGO wings we got at Buffalo wild wings were bad, but she looks crazy. She's right behind you. Isn't she? Benjamin?

She's right behind you, isn't she? It's like, Chris, you can see. You would know that question. You're looking at me. You are looking at me right now. Oh, yeah. Yeah, she's behind you. Um, Erm, Ben, you're going to want to see this. I turned my head slightly, nodded to him, cradling my arm to my chest. When I turned back to face Lynn, I saw that her focus had shifted. She wasn't looking at me anymore. She wasn't smiling anymore either.

She was staring past me, her eyes glaring at Chris the way a hungry lion might stare at an antelope. Her mouth was still hanging open, but it was twisted into a snarl.

I got on my feet and began walking backwards down the hall, afraid to take my eyes off her. "Are you bleeding?" Chris asked. The moment the words left his mouth, Lynn started fast scooting out from under the bed, the glass shard still in her fist. "Oh my gosh." "Chris, run! Go!" I yelled. He must have been too afraid to move because a second later I felt my back bump into him. He was still standing at the top of the stairs, staring at the horror that was my wife.

Lynn had crawled completely out from under the bed and stood in the bedroom doorway. Her face twisted in rage. Her whole body was visibly tense. Blood ran down her fingers and onto the floor. Jesus, Lynn! You... You playing hide-and-seek? I've... Goddammit, Chris! God. Goddammit. Jesus, Lynn! You, uh, playing hide-and-seek? Uh...

She just stabbed her husband. Yeah. What the hell are you doing? What is this, operation? I'm so sorry.

Whoa, don't go. Hey, look, it must be that time of the month or something going a little crazy. Hey, you're bloody. For what reason? Hey, pal, don't we all got them? Oh, I see some blood on her hands. I know what that means. Hey, they all get a little wacky. They all get a little eyeball. You know what I mean? I hope Chris gets skinned alive here. Also, I want to say before Chris completely ruins this story for me,

It does, if she is looking at everybody else as a threat and, like, threatening to kill their people, do you think that she was, like, looking at her husband with, like, some kind of weird demented love then still? No, I think she, I think, so what I think happened is she's possessed. Okay. By something. And whatever entity it is, is feeding off of her.

Ben. Okay. Feeding off of fear. Like I said earlier, parasite, right? Yeah, yeah, yeah. And other people can endanger that or basically give up the charade, right? Because what the parasite wanted was to just spend the life of feeding off of the energy, the fear, whatever, of Ben. But if someone else is there, then that ruins the charade, right? Mm-hmm. So I think that's what it is. But although that being said...

She did collect the eyeballs and then stab Ben. So maybe it's like reaching some apex, whatever this possession or like, you know, poltergeist is. I didn't know if it was just over. I just didn't know if it was overindulgence, like feeding so much that now you're like, like just a blood rage. Yeah, it might be. It might be. Okay. Yeah. But locked in before Chris can ruin it. I reached back and pushed him towards the steps. Move your ass, Chris. I said as quietly but firmly as I could.

Lynn bobbed her head in fast, sharp motions and began to grin, stretching her mouth open wider and wider so that her chin seemed to touch her chest. I heard Chris mutter a prayer and then he was running down the stairs. I stood at the top of the steps, stuck between the love for a woman who clearly needed serious help and self-preservation. I only want to help, I said, choking back tears. Her eyes focused on me once again as she slowly lifted the glass, holding it out in front of her.

And then she started sprinting towards me, grinning with utter excitement, bro. Thankfully, my body took over and I flew down the stairs, skipping two or three at a time. I made it to the front door before I felt her leap onto my back, wrapping her arms around my neck, her open mouth next to my ear so that I could hear those terrible hiccuping sounds up close.

He's on the phone like, um, she's right behind him.

I need you to deliver this as fast as a Jimmy John's sub. I want this hot and ready or else it's free. You hear? Yeah, exactly. This toots is being absolutely wild. She's all screwy-dooey. Get over here. Bring us a glass of wine and a weekend vacation, if you know what I mean. The woman's going a little stir-crazy over here.

You're like, sir, what the hell are you even calling us for? I didn't say a word. I just ran to my car and jumped in. Chris took the hint and followed me, still on the line with 911. I watched the rearview mirror. Sure, I'd see her there, running after us, but I never did. I went straight to the ER and got 11 stitches in my arm and three on my back. The police asked a lot of questions and went back to the house to do a search, but of course, Lynn wasn't there.

They advised me to stay with a friend or relative for a while and to file a restraining order as soon as I could, but none of those things would matter. Somehow I just knew. I dropped Chris off at home and went to a motel an hour away. Why on earth would you go to a motel? I don't know. Why would you go anywhere without... Why would you drop Chris off, tell the police, and then go isolate yourself? Okay, okay.

This is where I've been for the last four hours. I thought maybe the police would find her. Maybe they'd get her the help she desperately needs. But I don't think so. Because 40 minutes ago, I got a text from an unknown number. Just three words. I found you. And a picture attached. The picture was dark and grainy, but I instantly knew what it was. There was no mistaking my wife's eye. I started typing this out immediately after. I don't know what to do. I'm alone and scared.

I can't help but feel that I'm being watched. That's a good one. That's a good one. That's a good one. It kind of is the other story to me, like last 10% kind of fumbled a bit. Uh, but here's, here's some of my thoughts. I love the concept. Yeah. I, I think great. I mean, first I've been spooked in a while, man. That got me. That got me. It has a lot of good stuff. I wrote some questions down. Um,

um throughout that i would like to discuss with you now now one earlier earlier in the uh in the story i wrote this earlier in and i think that the so i wrote does this feel more believable more believable if they were uh just dating for six months and not married i say this because because of the back and forth of if your wife was being that way i feel like you'd be a lot more

you'd be a lot more confrontational or you'd be more open to being like what is hat like what are you doing yeah like you would you would not let something lie versus if you were dating somebody for six months like okay i haven't really had a girlfriend in a while i guess this is whatever like i would rather be with somebody than with nobody you know what i mean i know that they have the i know that they kept it being a marriage because it's like well of course you wouldn't just like leave you won't leave your wife yeah yeah right

But still, do you like... Okay, I think leave the marriage part, right? Because you can make it be like you just got engaged or something, right? Right. Because that puts it in the middle ground. Because the idea of the marriage thing is that it's too strong of a bond to separate. Because I feel like if they're just dating, then this would be grounds to be like, and we broke up. You know, like absolutely not. It's more about the amount of time. I mean, six years...

If you put it at like a two-year relationship, I think that's about right. I think. Yeah. Not super long, but not like short to the point where it's like, well, I mean, I've invested this much time into this thing. There would be a thing if you were dating for like two years of like a weird middle ground of like, is she okay or something? I think I know. Six months is like, okay, bye. But six years is like...

What? What? I feel like you have so much more room. You have so much more room to actually be confrontational and be like, talk to me. At six years in a relationship, honestly, after like four years, you're comfortable to start a fight, you know?

Well, you're past the honeymoon stage and now you're... This is where the relationship actually begins. Yeah, and it's like if there's an issue, you're... Because like before, it's like if there's an issue in your head, you're like, well, I don't want to cause any problems. But after like four years, it's like...

this needs to be fixed time to start a problem you know if need be and this would absolutely be caused to start a problem you know yeah no 100 i was the next one i had to is um do you think it was the movie smile based off of this how old is this story hold on it's two years old there's no way they turned smile around that quick smile came out like a year ago right

I think. Not officially. I think I would have heard something about that, right? If it was based off of... No, it came out September 30th of 2022.

Okay, so these came around just like a similar time. Yeah, yeah. I mean, like, creepy smiling stuff is like a pretty standard trope-y thing, but it was just some of the things I just... There was some specific notes, I think. But they... I mean, even if there was enough time for one to be based off the other, I think there's enough uniqueness, you know, that maybe it got conceptual. There's no way, though, that the movie came off of this story because that's just...

Sure. Yeah, you can't make a film that quick. I was just curious. I mean, I don't think either or is like parasitic to either properties or whatever. They're both their own product. Yeah. I just wrote Chris jokes sucked. Just made a note for that. Just because that was... All of them. I feel like every one of them sucked. I'm so mad about that. What I mean is I think all of them, all of the jokes sucked. I feel like he was the only thing that made the story feel a little... Not poorly written, but just like...

Just unbelievable like and then also it's like it's just not funny and also I just don't think you need to have that quirky character and something like that I didn't go see Chris Yeah Here's another thing - what what do you think about her collecting eyes? Does that feel so random or is there a correlation there besides the aspect of staring? I really can't think of like why why eyes well, it's got to be a staring thing, right? I

Well, what actually what I think it is, is so when he how she keeps doing these elaborate pranks kind of of like, you know, slamming the door so that she's standing in the closet. I bet she did it so that he opens the closet and there's things staring at him like that.

Like, it's not that the eyes have a significance. Beyond, ha-ha, it's something else looking at you. And then she's super excited watching from under the bed. Like, ha-ha, I made it look at you. Yeah. He puts an emphasis on the joke aspect, so that could be. I almost read it at first as like, oh, is she plucking the eyes of things that are staring back at her?

I had that thought. At first, I thought it was people's eyes and she was like a serial killer. Okay, animals. So yeah, it's just animals. But I think it's more than likely she like is getting a kick off of staring at him.

So it's like, aha, made more things stare at you, you know? Yeah. So in that, like, if it's just like, oh, she's getting to the point, she's killing animals. I think that's kind of lame. But as an extension of the whole staring joke, I think it works. I think that's fine. So the thing ends and it's supposed to be that, oh, she found him and that's how it ends. Yeah. I think, is it a better ending if he's,

When they get outside, the cops have already showed up because Chris has called the cops. They show up and she's holding the knife and she's charging at Ben. She gets shot. Boom. So you don't even know what was going on with her. You're just like, what the fuck even happened? When they go back and they're figuring out what stuff is going on or Rebecca shows up to pick it up. It's like Chris hugs Rebecca, whatever. And then as Benjamin looks up, Rebecca is smiling because Lynn had that moment with her alone as well. So it's like passed on.

that would have been a funner thing to where you were like, I don't know how that ended is inexplicable, but it doesn't end where it's just like, Oh, she's still out there more. So the thing has been passed on or this thing is like, it's larger than her. Give me a second. I think, okay.

I'm not the endings fine. It's like the standard creepypasta ending the ending in the story, right? It's like you're the same as the dead girlfriend. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. It's your typical like, oh, it's still out there. It's going to come get me, you know, whatever. Um,

Even if I think it's a bit contrived that he would make himself alone in the hotel. Like, no, he wouldn't, you know? Yeah. But it kind of forces to get the whole like, oh, she sent me a picture of her eyes. She's still out there. Sending a picture of the eyes kind of goofy, too.

I can't imagine a demon holding the iPhone camera up to their eye and then waiting for it to focus and then being like, all right. It kind of read like... And then sinned and let me hold up so I can get status. Okay. It reminded me almost like the ending to a Junji Ito comic in that absurdist...

Kind of Japanese manga storytelling kind of way, which I kind of liked, but I just feel like it's not the strongest ending. I also think that my another general complaint I maybe had is I feel like don't include the mom section of the story. It doesn't really lead anywhere. And I don't think it like.

I don't think the care that you're dangling with the story of like, oh, she knows something that we don't know. I don't know if that really leads anywhere. And I think it also just takes away from what this entity is, which at the end of the day, I think it's strongest when you don't know. Yeah. The strongest element of the story was someone you love developing this insane joke, basically. Yeah. And the mother element almost explicitly said it was like demonic.

Right. Like a professional, you know, that whole thing. Yeah. So if it had gone somewhere, probably would have been fine. But as it stands, it kind of just it gives you an out, right? Like, oh, it's a demon, you know, and that's yeah. I don't want to feel satisfied with a creature in the way of like, oh, I've figured it out because the scariest part is like it's unexplainable.

Yeah, well, I was going to say if it's unexplainable, especially if the format of the story that you're telling is through the social media post, I think it's better if you don't have these things where it's like, well, I better go see your mom or something. I feel like it just needs to be more self-contained in that way to feel like this post is coming from.

or whatever and you can have this guy reaching out because he's just like i just don't know what's going on and i feel like it's just more contained to his personal experience and he hasn't like gone out and done these things it isn't totally unbelievable it's just my personal preference so i just i guess i just wanted to say that too i think it's just my personal preference okay i think i think this would be a better ending i this is very pretentious of me by the way to be like oh i think what would be a better but i think something that

Would maybe follow through on the bet. In my opinion, the best parts of the story would be if he goes over to her right there at the house and you can have the eye part. I think the eye part kind of works right if you do it this way. So the eyes are there to be like a hot staring at you. You could even up the stakes a bit if you want to. Maybe there's like dozens of pairs of eyes, right? And she's like standing in the corner all excited and

And then he gives his whole like, Lynn, I want to help you or whatever. And then you don't have the kind of horror movie ending where she chases him and like running and stabs him. Cause then it's just like every other horror movie creature. Right.

What if instead she's just standing there like mouth open, excited, and he's like, come, come with me. And what if she's like still like smiling and excited? And she's like, did you see my joke? Did you see my prank? Did you like it? Are you scared? Are you scared? Did you like being scared? And he was like, yeah, yeah, honey. It was really good. You got me good.

Do you think that works too? Is at the beginning, it's like, because I see what you're saying. You have like, that's pretty demented and just fucking like mentally weird. You know, like I like that like kind of psychological ending. Do you think that it all starts off with him pranking her at the beginning? It was a helpless prank. And like, that's the thing that triggered this like response. I don't know because that almost makes it too defined. Yeah.

Of like, oh, well, she just snapped on it. I think it makes it a bit scarier if she just started doing this and you don't know why. Like, there's not really an explanation. And then she's like, did you see it? Did you like it? Because the one thing she says is like, maybe I've gotten better at it. So maybe there at the end, she says something like, I'm really good at this. Or like, I've gotten really good at this. And he's like, yeah, babe, you are. You know, I love you. And then he takes her to be committed.

And she goes into like, um, she goes into a mental health facility and he was like, I go to visit, but, uh, she won't really talk to me.

the doctors have told me not to bring up what anything specific about the peaking or whatever because they're afraid that might agitate her so I try to small talk with her about life and stuff like that but it doesn't really go anywhere yeah when I visit her she just sits under the table and peeks at me from up under the yeah like she's like it's not getting better

Yeah, it's just getting worse. It's just getting worse. But there's no abject danger to it. It's just the unknowingness of why can't my wife be helped? You know, what's going on? Yeah, it's the uncanny nature of this mental deterioration, which I think, too, is just unbelievably horrifying as well. I'm curious what people have to say, like what people think of the ending and what people have maybe, you know, do you agree with what we're saying? Do you like the ending and how it is? I'm kind of curious to see what people say. From there, there's a few ways you could end it.

You could end it with just him writing about what happened. It's like this was a weird scenario. You could have her die maybe somehow in the mental health facility. Like, you know, she does it herself or something like that. You could have her... If you really wanted to have a monster in it, you could have her escape or something and you don't know where she's at. You could have like a little ending where...

He has some like normal interaction with a person in public, maybe another relationship, maybe just someone in public who he thinks was maybe peeking at him. But it could also just be a normal scenario, you know, but he's so paranoid now he can't trust anyone, something like that. I think the best way to end it would be Benjamin in a fit of rage, like,

and a rainy night shows up at Chris Jones's house or Chris, Chris's house and just shoots him three times in the chest. And that's how it ends.

Chris opens the door and you're like, oh, this is horrible. I mean, he's not really going to do this, is he? But then the first thing Chris says is, cowabunga? With a question mark, which doesn't even make sense. And then Benjamin's just like, God damn it. Unloads a shotgun directly into his face. Yeah, boom! And then Rebecca just smiles. And that's when the curse gets transferred over. You could have an ending. Okay, so imagine... Okay, let's rewind a bit. He takes her to the mental health facility.

And then he was like, that was yesterday. So she's still in the health facility, whatever. He was like, I drove over to talk to Chris about it tonight. And I noticed Rebecca was looking at him from the bedroom window.

Yeah, I think having it pass on to Rebecca after we have that thing where Lynn has talked to Rebecca since he was sleeping, like something happened there. I think it just sets it up for a great continuation of it. Or even like not a continuation, but like, oh, it's passed on in some way. Where did it go? Yeah, and somebody must have had this interaction with Lynn as well. I think that's just like a fun way to go about it too. That's not to say that this is bad.

No, no, I definitely, I think, I think the verbiage of this would be a better ending is probably not correct. I think it's just, I guess how I would have written it, which isn't by no means a like perfect. I'm not the arbiter of good writing by any means. Of course. I think it, I think it worked well.

I loved... I had a great time. I did have a great time. I thought that one line was insanely good. Maybe I've just gotten better at it. Yeah. That was so good. I thought the whole bathroom section was fantastic. That was great. Yeah, the bathroom is definitely the highlight. The beautiful tension raised from there and just like the kind of anticipation of waiting. I think that that was all really done really well. I also just liked Benjamin too as a main character. Yeah, I respect him because like...

I think he did everything in a believable, good way. I just felt bad for him. I think that as a protagonist in a horror story, I don't think you could be much better. I don't know. Curious what you all think. Let us know what you think down below and be sure to, yeah, I guess just keep the suggestions. This is a good suggestion. You know what? You guys did good this time. So that is one for five, I think. How many have they suggested? Yeah.

I won't hold it against them. I like Tommy Taffy. Okay. So that one, like that, I'm not going to, I'm not even going to bring up the word again. I don't want us to be crucified. I am going to, I have access to this channel. So I am going to make an entire Tommy Taffy, like parts three and four episode. Yeah. Yeah.

It's going to be basically fan fiction the same way that like FNAF gets fan fiction. It's just you and Tommy Taffy. Yeah, I'm sure people would love that. It's going to be Hunter like it's going to be like at the ending. It's like I've got like a cigar in my mouth and I'm like out of ammo and there's hundreds of Tommy Taffys and Hunter's like laid on my feet and like a white dress like Isaiah, what are we going to do? And I'm like, we're going to keep killing or whatever. And that's how it ends. Yeah.

Yeah, the first video of mine is going to be the rise and fall of Wendigan. Okay. Yeah, that's cool. I'm going to have that video. I'm going to make a video that's actually talking about how if we analyze Meat Canyon's cartoon history, we can actually see a history of alt-right supremacism throughout his works and these tones. You team up with the guy who made the video on you to make it on me.

It's both of us standing in front of a green screen. Yeah. I'm like, what the hell is all I do? What are you doing? The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Exactly. That's the first line. That's the first line in quotes by some guy. I mean, like we're both in pre-scarb. Like we, we have to stop him.

All right. Well, I think that does it for our episode today. It was a wonderful one. I appreciate you guys. Also, once again, be sure to check the description and the link below probably for the merch drop that we're doing. I believe it is actually limited. I can't remember the days. I think it's two weeks. I think it's like two weeks. Yeah, two weeks. It'll stay on the website too. It should be up there. Link in the description. Feel free to pick one up if you want. Get the hat and the shirt, not to support Hunter, but to support me, and I appreciate it.

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