She helped me up and led me to the parlor. She prepared food and fed me herself.
But not long after eating, something strange began to happen.
I felt… aroused.
Overwhelmingly so.
And just as if it had all been planned, she pulled me close and whispered,
“Come to bed.”
That was the night I made love to my wife for the first time.
Or so I thought.
Because as I climaxed, I saw it again—that same horned figure.
Only this time… he was inside her.
With me.
At the same time.
The moment it ended, I could see things.
Figures.
Shadows.
Forms in corners where nothing should be.
They followed me—from the house, to the office… even into my dreams.
I tried to tell my wife, but she brushed it off.
“It’s just the excitement,” she said with a soft smile.
“Your mind is playing tricks on you.”
But it didn’t stop.
One day, while driving alone to an event, I was on a bridge when I heard a loud horn from behind.
I glanced at the rearview mirror—
And froze…
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