“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… sometimes it’s not the person behind you.”
2:49 a.m.
I’m lying in bed.
On my side.
My wife… is behind me.
I can feel her watching me.
She’s always a night owl—
but tonight…
something feels wrong.
3:03 a.m.
She moves closer.
Her hand touches my neck.
Cold.
Too cold.
I want to turn around—
but I can’t.
3:13 a.m.
She’s right behind me now.
I can feel her breath.
It smells… rotten.
Then something presses against my back.
Not sharp.
Bu