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I sprung up from my couch in a cold sweat after I heard shouting inside my house. I had fallen asleep here with my husband as we were watching a movie, but my husband did not appear to be next to me. Only the wool blanket we shared took his place. Before I could process the loss of his presence a spine chilling screamed leaked from the bed room. Through the corner of my eye I could see the door was open, but only a sliver of the inside showed, and not enough to understand what was happening. My fear was gluing me to the now cold couch, but my curiosity drew me to the sound. After a few moments, I was able to gather up my courage and stood up to check my surroundings. The lights of the house were still off and only the distant clock in the kitchen filled the room with sound. Then there was another scream, but much more scarier than the last.
"Help! Please help me! It's coming! Save me ple-"
Before the person could finish their sentence there was a loud thud and they were silenced. I knew once they started talking, this person was certainly my husband. His deep voice was the same one that told me he loved me everyday, but that was now over. The tears began to steam down my face like waterfalls and I ran to the room to see him one last time. When I entered, the room seemed completely normal at first. The bed was made, the floor was clean, and the window was closed like I left it. The only difference was that the closet was open.
"No..." I thought before I entered the closet.
When I slowly walked in, I discovered the metal safe in the closet was empty and my husband was spread limbless with his head disfigured. His face had gone purple and it appeared he died of choking. When I saw my husband lifeless on that floor it seemed as if the whole world went silent for a minute. The wind stopped blowing, the clock stopped moving, and my heart stopped beating as its other piece was suddenly gone. More tears and snot fell slowly and silently down my face as I took a good look at my now gone lover. Before I could even grieve his death, I then felt a knife come into my back. The pain sent chills all over my body, but the adrenaline from the whole experience made me somewhat numb to the pain. Shortly after, I fell on top of my husband's body as I felt mine go numb. Since I knew this was the end, I figured I may as well hold his hand in death. I grabbed my husband's bruised hand, and held it as I then lost consciousness.
Explanation: Im sorry this is so gory, but I hope it answers your question lol!