Like blood.
As I flushed the toilet, my whole body weakened—and I fell to the floor.
My body went numb again.
Just before I blacked out, I heard my wife screaming from the bedroom:
“Babe—please don’t pee yet!”
But it was too late.
The next time I woke up, I was surrounded by the warm scent of candles.
I sat up slowly.
Red candles—placed in a triangle around the bed—burned quietly, casting eerie shadows.
I called out to my wife.
No response.
I stood up and went searching for her.
For the first time since we got married, I noticed her personal room was unlocked—and slightly ajar.
Curious, I tiptoed closer… and peeked inside.
She was standing in front of a tall mirror, her blouse lifted to expose her stomach.
And she was smiling—gently caressing her belly like a pregnant woman.
Then she whispered to the mirror, “We’re going to be a family now… my love.”
My blood ran cold.
A family? Pregnant?
That was impossible.
We had never made love—not once.
So… who got her pregnant?
Or worse—what?
And if it wasn’t me she was talking to… who—or what—was it?
I hurried back into the room and grabbed my camera.
I needed proof—anything to make sense of what I had just witnessed.
I started recording…
That was when I saw it.
A tall, terrifying figure stood behind my wife—a man with horns, hugging her from behind and caressing her belly.
But here’s the thing…
In real life—with my naked eyes—I saw only her and the mirror.
But through the camera lens, he was there. Clearly. As real as the walls around us.
My heart stopped.
I began stepping back carefully, trying not to make a sound—but my leg hit something on the floor, and a loud crash followed.
Almost immediately, a cold breeze swept through the room—sharp and unnatural.
Then she came out.
“Ash babe, what is it?” she asked, seeing me on the floor.
“I… I was looking for you and I stumbled on this,” I stammered, pointing at the object I had knocked over.
“Are you sure that’s all?” she asked, staring directly into my soul.
I nodded slowly…
Обсуждение закрыто.