It’s late and the night has already stolen the sky.
I lay in bed and I feel the soft sheets against my skin. Looking at the home screen on my phone, my eyes are wide but my brain is still.
“I’m coming to bed,” my husband says walking past to the master bath.
I lay there quietly. Exhaustion from existing has already settled into my bones. I put my phone under my pillow and close my eyes.
“Honey,” I hear my husband whisper to me. “Honey, come with me.”
I open my eyes and see him in the doorway of the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“It doesn’t matter. We’ll just go, as long as we are together.”
A spark ignites in my heart. I smile for the first time in a long time.
As I throw the sheets off and move to the edge of the bed, I hear a flush from the bathroom. In confusion, I turn and look at the bathroom door. My husband walks out.
My heart stops and fear envelopes my body. I can feel the knot in my chest and the dread in my soul as I turn back to the doorway of the room. The doppelganger of my husband smiles at me. The smile runs from ear to ear with malicious intent. It moves closer to me, with every step its appearance becoming more and more distorted.
“Honey-,” its shrill voice is cut off by sounds of choking. Four long black spider legs slowly emerge from its mouth.
I begin to weep. I turn to my real husband, he looks frozen in fear.
“I love you,” I whisper to him as the end comes near.