My Wife Weeps in the Bathroom Every Night - I Killed My Wife: A Dark Story
A Horror Creeps into Washington After the Incident
My son, Ethan, had been complaining about a terrible smell in his room. A foul, decaying odor that seemed to crawl through the walls of the old house we lived in on the outskirts of Washington. I knew the source of the smell all too well. So, when Ethan was away at school, I seized the opportunity to move my wife Sarah's body—one I had secretly buried under the floorboards of his room—to the bathroom.
Days passed, and Ethan’s complaints stopped. I thought everything had returned to normal… until one cold night, he came to me, his eyes wide with fear.
— “Dad, please put Mom back in my room!”
My heart almost stopped at his words. I tried to keep my composure, my voice trembling as I asked:
— “What are you saying, son?”
He answered hesitantly, his gaze fixed on the floor:
— “Mom used to talk to me every night, but now she’s crying in the bathroom… she says she’s scared to sleep there alone.”
I stood frozen, stunned. I didn’t know how to respond. My heart raced, cold sweat forming on my brow. Was he imagining things? Or was something truly happening?
I tried to calm myself and asked cautiously:
— “What did your mom say to you, son?”
He looked up with fearful eyes and whispered:
— “She kept asking why I left her there… why I wouldn’t let her out.”
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t find a logical explanation, but I had to be sure. I walked toward the bathroom, the walls seeming to close in on me. Slowly, I opened the door… nothing. Just darkness and a heavy silence, but it wasn’t real silence. There was a sound… soft crying, coming from inside the walls.
I took a step back, but suddenly the lights went out. The door slammed shut behind me as if an unseen hand had pushed it. I was trapped inside. I felt something crawl across my back, a cold breath on my neck, and then I heard a whisper—a voice that was Sarah’s, but not like I remembered it. It was full of anger and despair:
— “Why? Why did you betray me? Why did you bury me?”
I screamed, trying to open the door, but the doorknob was like stone—unmovable. I felt an invisible grip tighten around my neck, pulling me backward… I was choking, shaking, until I lost consciousness completely.
A Terrifying Discovery
When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the bathroom floor, the door open. But something else was there… something that froze the blood in my veins. On the mirror, in blood-red letters, were the words:
“I won’t leave… until you return to my side.”
Was she threatening me? Or promising a reunion? I didn’t know, but I was sure of one thing… this wasn’t over.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I sat in the living room, staring into the darkness, listening to my rapid breathing. The words on the mirror were still etched in my mind:
“I won’t leave… until you return to my side.”
Was it just a hallucination? Or had Sarah truly returned from the dead?
The Horror Continues
The next day, I tried to act as if nothing had happened. I took Ethan to school and returned home, only to face another horrifying surprise.
The front door was wide open.
I froze, my hands shaking. I couldn’t remember leaving it open, but my heart told me something was terribly wrong.
I entered cautiously, everything eerily silent. But when I passed the bathroom, I stopped suddenly. The door was half-closed, steam rising from it as if someone had just taken a shower. The mirror was covered in a layer of fog, but something was etched on it… new words.
“I missed you, my love.”
I froze in place. This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t a hallucination. Something—or someone—was trying to communicate with me.
I suddenly heard a soft laugh behind me. I turned quickly, but there was no one there. A chill crawled up my spine. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife from a drawer, clutching it tightly as if it might protect me from something I couldn’t even see.
The Final Revelation
That night, I sat beside Ethan’s bed, watching him sleep. I wanted to make sure he was safe. But in the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up, his eyes slowly opening as he looked at me.
Then, in a strange voice, not his usual tone, he whispered:
— “Why did you kill me?”
I couldn’t answer. My body froze, as if I had turned to stone. Before I could speak a word, Ethan closed his eyes again and went back to sleep, as though nothing had happened.
But I knew the truth.
Sarah wasn’t just a ghost haunting me… she had taken over my son.
And this… was only the beginning of hell.
