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Man Thinks His Wife Is Playing a Creepy Peeking Game, Then Finds Her Hiding Under the Bed With a Shard of Glass

by Leona Pham
September 4, 2026
in Social Issues

A strange habit can seem harmless until it begins changing the way someone feels inside their own home.

When fear replaces trust in a marriage, even ordinary rooms and familiar faces can start feeling threatening.

That is what happened to one man after his wife of less than a year developed an unsettling habit of secretly peeking at him.

She had never enjoyed horror, pranks, or creepy behavior before, so he initially assumed she was simply trying to be playful.

Then the hiding became more elaborate, her expressions became increasingly disturbing, and one encounter sent him running from the house in the middle of the night.

He eventually returned with his brother because he believed she desperately needed professional help.

Keep reading to see what they discovered and why the police soon became involved.

A husband becomes terrified when his normally serious wife develops a disturbing habit of secretly watching him

Man Thinks His Wife Is Playing a Creepy Peeking Game, Then Finds Her Hiding Under the Bed With a Shard of Glass
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'My wife has been peeking at me from around corners and behind furniture. It's gone from weird to terrifying?'

My wife "Lynn" and I have been together for six years and married for 11

months. Our entire history together has been very normal and never once

have I noticed any weird behaviors or red flags. I can't stress enough how out of character this whole thing is for her.

Lynn is very kind, intelligent and thoughtful. She's always been the no

nonsense type of person. Being childish, or trying to scare me is not something she'd normally do.

She doesn't even like watching horror movies. When we first started dating

she agreed to watch The Shining with me because she knew how much I

loved horror. She was so scared that she didn't even make it through half of

the movie before we had to turn it off. She isn't into anything creepy, and

has never been into pranks. It's just not her cup of tea. And that's fine. But

that's what was so strange about this. It's just so unlike her.

I should also add that she never had any mental health issues and as far as

I'm aware it doesn't run in her family. I know some people are able to hide

their mental health problems, but in the six years we've been together I think I'd have seen some sort of sign.

Two months ago, I was in the kitchen making myself some coffee before

work. I was running a bit late that morning and knew I wouldn't be able to make it to Dunkin Donuts for my usual morning fix.

I took a sip of my coffee as I hurried down the hall towards the front door,

when I happened to notice Lynn peeking at me from around the corner

ahead of me. I could only see her eyes, and a  strand of her long dark hair

hanging against the wall. The rest of her body was concealed behind the

corner. I nearly spilled my coffee when I saw her. I did burn the s__t out of my lips.

"Geeze, Lynn." I said, wiping a few drops of coffee from my pants. "You scared the s__t out of me."

She immediately popped out of view like a little kid that had been caught. I

heard her scurry off towards the living room, and by the time I got to the front door she was out of sight.

It was really weird, and just totally out of character for her like I said, but I

also found it kind of funny that she was being more playful and a little less

serious. I shouted that I loved her, and called her a weirdo. As I shut the door behind me I heard her laughing.

Her behavior was a bit odd, but it certainly wasn't something to call a priest

over. I forgot about it by lunch and by the time I got home she was her

normal self. I didn't bring it up and neither did she, and life went on.

The next incident happened three days later. It was around 2am and I had

woken up to get a drink. I was standing at the kitchen island, jug of Oj in

hand, when I felt a strong feeling that I was being watched.

For whatever reason I looked down at the floor and saw my wife's smiling

face staring back. She was peeking at me from the other side of the island,

staring up at me with wide unblinking eyes and grinning. Grinning like the Cheshire cat.

I screamed, I'll admit it. Not out of irritation but fear. For some reason at that moment I was scared.

At the sound of my scream Lynn scuttled backwards out of my view, her

hands and feet smacking the tile floor as she hurried out of the kitchen on

all fours.  I didn't run after her, or even yell after her. I just stood there

frozen in shock, wondering what f__k had possessed her to do that.

It took me a little longer than I'd like to admit to go back upstairs, but I

eventually did. When I got to our bedroom, Lynn was lying on her side,

asleep. Or at least pretending to be. I stood there for a while, watching her breathing to be sure she really was asleep.

I had the feeling she might jump out at me the moment I got into bed. But

she didn't. I climbed into bed and she didn't even move. Her breathing was

soft and deep and I was starting to wonder if I'd dreamt the whole thing.

The next morning I waited for her to come down for coffee and after

handing her a mug and kissing her cheek I decided to ask her about it. .

"What was that about last night?" I asked, keeping my tone light so I didn't offend or embarrass her.

She frowned over her cup of coffee, shaking her head like she had no clue what I was referring to.

"You were peeking at me again. From over there." I said, pointing to the spot on the floor by the kitchen island.

She followed my gaze, and when she looked back at me she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that I couldn't help but join her.

"You creep me the f__k out sometimes, you know that?" I said. She giggled

and set her cup on the counter and wrapped her arms around my neck. .

"You creep me out all the time. So I guess we're even." She teased.

We said our goodbyes and left for work. As I drove I kept thinking about

how creepy it had been seeing her grinning at me from behind the island

like that. The sounds her hands made on the floor as she crawled away. I

told myself she was just trying to be silly. Just trying to join me in my love

of all things horror…. .  It's not like I was afraid of her. But it still didn't sit right with me.

I started seeing her peeking at me more and more. Sometimes she'd be

peeking out from behind the couch or living room curtains. Once she even

managed to get inside her grandmother's old trunk that sits at the foot of our bed.

I might not have even known she was there at all had the trunk's old hinges not given her away.

She'd had the lid propped up just enough so that  only half of her face

peeked through. She'd been grinning like an excited toddler. It was

unnerving. I didn't even know what to say to her. All I could do was stare.

When I finally found my voice, I asked her why on earth was she doing this.

She didn't answer, but she had slowly closed the lid, shutting herself inside

the trunk. I just walked away, feeling disturbed.

I didn't understand why she was doing it, but it clearly made her happy. I just hoped she would tire of the game quickly.

Lynn didn't peek at me for the next two weeks. I started to think she was

done with her weird prank and I was relieved. We were watching a show on

Netflix one night and I jokingly said that I hadn't seen her peeking at me

lately, and that she must have given up on her spy game. She looked up at

me with a small smile and said, "Maybe I've just gotten better at it." . I

didn't say anything but I wondered whether or not she was joking.

For the next few days I couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said. Was

she still peeking at me when I wasn't looking and I just hadn't noticed? And

if so, what the hell was she getting out of this? I started to feel paranoid,

constantly checking whether she was watching from around the corner, or

behind a door.  I was jumpy whenever I was home and she wasn't in full view of me. I felt stupid and a little crazy.

But after a few weeks without another incident, I began to relax.  I stopped

checking behind furniture and walls and told myself it was just a bad

memory. . Then a few days ago things got so much worse....

Lynn left to go to a friend's, and I lounged on the couch and played a couple games on my laptop.

Around 9pm I hopped in the shower and as I was washing the soap from my

hair, I felt that awful feeling that I was being watched. I slowly opened my

eyes and almost had a f__king heart attack.

 

Lynn was peeking from behind the shower curtain, her entire head

stretched into the shower, leaving just her body outside. Her long dark hair

hung against the curtain, the ends dripping with water. Her mouth hung

open in a terrible grin, eyes wide and red, as if she hadn't blinked in a while.

I screamed and jumped back against the wall. She didn't move nor did her

smile waver. Her makeup ran down her cheeks in two black streaks. She

looked giddy and completely deranged. I was f__king terrified. .

We stood like that for a few moments, neither of us saying a word. Finally

after what felt like forever, she slowly pulled her head back out of the

shower, and I watched her blurry figure  through the curtain as she moved backwards towards the bathroom door.

A second later the bathroom door slammed shut, hard enough to rattle the

mirror. I screamed again, and jumped out of the shower to lock the door. I

stayed inside the bathroom for over an hour. Maybe I overreacted to some

of you. But joke or not, I wasn't going to put up with the crazy s__t

anymore. That's what I kept telling myself as I paced in my bathroom,

stopping to listen at the door every few minutes.

Suddenly I heard a muffled sound, and I pressed my ear against the

bathroom door, straining to listen. I couldn't hear anything but I envisioned

Lynn standing on the other side of the door, giggling at her joke.

I felt a surge of anger. I was beyond pissed at being made to feel scared in

my own house, and made to hide in the bathroom for an hour. All for what? Some joke? If it was a joke it was an awful one.

"What the f__k Lynn!" I snapped. "This s__t is getting really f__king

annoying." I waited for her to apologize, or to call me a jerk. But instead I

heard a faint moan, so quiet I wondered if I heard it at all, and then complete silence.

"Lynn?" I called out, not able to even hide the shakiness in my voice. I got

no response. Just my own heavy breathing. . "I swear to God, just f__king stop it!" I yelled, pounding my fist on the door.

I waited for her to cuss me out, something I would expect from me talking

to her like that. I never screamed at her before. . But there was nothing.

Just the occasional drip from the shower head.

I won't deny that I was scared. Too afraid to open the damn door and face

my own wife. I waited another 30 minutes or so, which feels like a f__king

lifetime when you're scared. Finally I decided I wasn't going to spend the

night hiding in my bathroom, so I got down on my knees and peered under

the door. I almost expected to see her face peeking back at me but

thankfully I didn't. I could see straight down the hallway to the top of the

stairs, but no Lynn. I didn't know if I should be happy about that or not. I

looked for a few minutes, waiting to see her head pop up over the top step, but it never came.

I stood up, my hand hovering over the door and mentally prepared myself

to open it. I slowly turned the lock with shaky fingers, and was about to

yank it open when I heard a sound that still makes me feel nauseous when I think about it.

A moan, louder than before, but this time I was able to tell just where it

was coming from. I turned my head to the closet door as if in slow motion,

and locked eyes with my wife who was peeking out at me from the slight gap.

Her eyes were still wide as ever and her mouth was hanging open in the

most g__tesque gaping smile I'd ever seen. I didn't even scream. I was too

scared for even that. Her hands were clasped to her chest, body trembling

with sheer delight, as if she could barely contain her excitement. A short

raspy moan bubbled up from her throat, deep and raw, sending a shiver through my entire body.

Somehow I found the ability to pull the bathroom door open and ran as

fast as I could all the way down the steps, snagging my keys and phone

from the table in the living room before running outside to my car. I could

hear her shrill laughter behind me but I didn't hear her getting closer. I

didn't bother shutting the front door. I drove away from the house faster

than I legally should have, shivering the entire time, either from fear or the

cold. Maybe a little of both. I hadn't grabbed a coat or even a pair of shoes.

I was still in my boxers and my hair was still damp.

I drove straight to my brother Chris's house about 40 minutes away,

ignoring any and every call and text I got. I didn't check my phone until I

was safely parked in my brother's driveway. Lynn had called 4 times and

sent a flurry of texts, all wondering where I'd gone and why I left "like that."

I threw my phone at the dash in a rage, furious at her nonchalant attitude.

My brother and his wife were surprised to see me, especially dressed in just

a pair of boxers, but told me to stay as long as I needed. Chris lent me some

clothes and asked me what happened. I told him Lynn and I had a fight, but

didn't get into the details. I didn't want him to think I was overreacting,

leaving my wife over a prank, even if it was a strange one. I mean, hadn't I

encouraged her for years to lighten up instead of being so serious all the

time? I had wanted her to relax and loosen up, but this was definitely not what I'd had in mind.  .

I tried to sleep on their sofa, but my brain wouldn't let me sleep. Every time

I closed my eyes I saw Lynn's face staring at me from inside the closet.

Knowing she'd been in there with me the entire time made my skin crawl.

She'd never left the f__king bathroom at all. Instead she slipped inside the

closet and slammed the bathroom door shut to fool me.

The mere thought of going back home gave me anxiety. I tossed and

turned, unable to sleep. Chris ended up giving me a sleeping pill so I was

able to get a little rest. My sleep was filled with terrible dreams. All of Lynn's smiling face.

I woke up just as the sun started to rise. My sore body ached from the sofa,

and I felt drained. I knew I'd have to call Lynn at some point, but I didn't

know what to say to her. I wouldn't be going home unless she gave me her

word she'd never do anymore creepy s__t. . I just wanted my wife back. Her

normal serious self never looked so good to me.

I was contemplating calling her and telling her that, when that familiar

feeling came over me. I was being watched. I was staring at the ceiling, my

heart in my throat. I didn't want to look away but the longer I ignored the feeling the worse it got.

My eyes drifted away from the ceiling almost on their own. Her face was

pressed up against the window beside the couch, staring down at me with

that same gaping smile. Drool dribbled down her lips, leaving two long

streaks down the glass. I didn't know how long she'd been there, but

something told me she'd been there quite a while, possibly all night.

I didn't bother screaming, though I was afraid anger trumped any fear I felt

at that moment. I jumped up from the couch and pounded my palm against

the glass. . "Lynn! Are you crazy? What the hell is wrong with you? Just go home!" I shouted. "Now!"

She didn't move, and her g__stly expression never changed. If anything her

smile only grew, as if she had never been more elated.

I could hear Chris and his wife moving around upstairs. As if Lynn could

hear them from her place outside, her head twitched slightly in their

direction, and she began to close her mouth slowly.

Chris called my name from upstairs, obviously concerned. I turned to see

him and his wife Rebecca hurrying down the steps. When I turned back to

the window Lynn was gone. The only sign she'd been there at all was the

two streaks of drool still dripping down the glass.

I tried explaining to Chris and Rebecca about waking up to see Lynn

watching me through their window. They were skeptical, who wouldn't be?

Chris and I went outside to the spot in front of the window but there were

no footprints in the dirt, just a slight indent. Animal probably, Chris

guessed, and I didn't argue. He and Rebecca assumed I dreamt the entire

episode but they didn't understand, and I was too tired to explain it to them.

I called out of work that day and turned my cell off. I didn't want to face

Lynn. Just talking to her was too much for me at that point. I really started

to believe something was irreversibly wrong with her. That no matter what

promises she made we'd never be the same again. The thought saddened

me to my core. I cried most of the morning. By noon I figured I was ready to

confront her. Give her one last chance to explain herself. I could at least

give her that after 6 years I told myself. I turned my phone on and saw the

dozens of texts she'd sent, all from a seemingly concerned wife. . "Can we

talk?". "I love you.". "Please call me." . "I'm really worried.". "Can you answer?" . "Just come home."

And more of the same. All texts telling me she loved me, and she wanted

me home. How worried she was….Not a damn one addressing the crazy

s__t she pulled. Like she hadn't been acting like a character from a Stephen King book.

Even her texts were different. She normally texted novels just to tell me to

pick up a loaf of bread! You'd think she'd have more to say to me after her bizarre shenanigans.

I know it probably seems childish to some of you who are miles away from

this situation. But if you saw the way Lynn had looked at me, how she

scampered away on all fours like some wild animal, grinning at me from

inside the closet like a l__atic…..then I think you'd find my reaction was warranted.

I ended up staying with Chris and Rebecca for another night. I didn't wake

up yesterday until after noon, and thankfully I didn't see Lynn's face watching me through the window.

"I don't want to pry, because it's not my place. But is this fight something

that can be mended?" Rebecca asked. She'd made us both a sandwich for

lunch and I knew she wanted to breach the subject without seeming to be nosy.

"I don't know. I just….. She's like a different person." I said, choosing my

words carefully. I still wasn't ready for her or Chris to know the full extent

of the bat s__t craziness I had been dealing with.

"People change Ben. But she's still the same woman you married. Maybe

you both just need to talk through your issues. Whatever's going on, I'm

sure it can be fixed." She said, ever the peacemaker.

"I think it's beyond that now. I don't think talking would help. I just don't

trust her." I said. The words stung in my heart. I missed and loved my wife.

But how could I live with someone like that? Living in constant fear didn't

sound too appealing. . "Lynn loves you. She has to be absolutely crushed." She said.  . "I don't know about that." I said.

"Well she certainly seemed like it to me. I've never seen her so upset. Very

much unlike the Lynn I know." Rebecca said, shaking her head sadly.

It took a full minute for her words to really sink in and when they did, I felt

dread worming its way through my skin. . "Wait. What do you mean? You

saw her? You saw Lynn?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry. . Rebecca nodded

casually as if that fact wasn't nightmare fuel. Maybe for her it wasn't.

"She stopped by this morning just after Chris left for work."  She said,

cleaning the plates from the table. "I didn't see her car though. Maybe she took an uber or something."

"Becc. What did she say? Did..did she come inside?" I asked, sweat starting

to break out on my forehead. I began looking around, examining corners as though a predator lurked behind them.

"No. She just asked if you were awake yet and I said that you weren't. I

asked if she wanted me to wake you but she said no. Just said to let you

sleep." She said as she washed the dishes. . "That's all? She didn't say

anything else?" I asked. . "No. She looked awful though. Like she hadn't

slept in days. I think you should call her.". I got up from the table and thanked Rebecca for lunch.

I felt a little bit better at the knowledge that at least she hadn't come

inside. Still, I needed to double check that the doors were locked.

I sat for a while trying to figure out what to do next. I didn't want to go

home, but I felt that I owed it to Lynn to help her if I could. Hadn't I swore

an oath to love and honor her through sickness and in health? Clearly she was very sick.

If she was sick, which I truly believed she was, I had to try and get her the

help she needed. But I didn't even know where to start. I didn't want to call

the police, and besides, what the hell was I going to tell them? That my wife

was peeking at me? That she was being creepy? As bizarre as she'd been,

she still hadn't committed any crime. Not yet anyway. The police would

have probably said that I was overreacting. But this wasn't some prank. It

felt wrong. Dangerous even. Like something sinister lurked beneath her smile.

I knew as her husband I was well within my rights to have her committed,

but what if she simply acted normal in their presence? She'd obviously been

able to fool Rebecca into thinking she was just a concerned wife. As long as

the doctors didn't find her a danger to herself or others, they'd have no

choice but to release her after 72 hours. I felt lost and o__rwhelmed. . So I

did what any husband in my position would do.. I called her mother.. I didn't

want to, believe me. . Her mother, Marianne and I were never on the best

of terms. We'd never fought or anything like that.

She just wasn't a very warm person, and wasn't really easy to get along

with.  She hardly ever smiled and when she did, only her lips would move

into a thin lipped smile, leaving her eyes as blank as before. She gave off

this aura that felt like she was permanently on the offensive.

I'd only met her twice and both times were for such short visits. I got the

impression she didn't approve of me for her daughter. Lynn always ushered

us out quickly, as she didn't want me to feel uncomfortable which I was

grateful for. Being in her mother's company felt almost unbearable. Like

walking on glass. I was glad when we moved three states away so we didn't

have to see her often. I was happy to avoid the woman, but I needed her help.

I really didn't want to talk to her at all but I had to talk to someone and

someone who knew Lynn better than I did. So I grit my teeth and did what I

had to. . "Yes?" She answered, already sounding irritated.

"Marianne, it's me Ben. Do you have a minute to talk?" I asked. I could hear

her cluck her tongue in irritation.

"I'm in the middle of writing some checks, but if you insist, I suppose I can

spare a moment. What is it that you want to discuss Benjamin?"  She said, coolly?

"It's about Lynn. She's been... acting strangely and I was wondering if you

had any idea whether there was something - " I was quickly interrupted.

"It's a bit difficult to follow your rambling Benjamin, what is that you want

from me?" She asked. I could almost see her standing there in her thin

sweater and slacks, tapping her fingernails impatiently on the table.

"I wanted to know if you'd ever noticed any odd behavior? Or possibly any

mental health issues?" I asked. There was a long, uncomfortable pause  that

I couldn't tell was because she was just thinking, or ….something else. Finally after a few seconds she spoke.

"I'm not sure if this is one of your jokes Benjamin, but if so I don't find the

humor in it. Now I do have business to attend to as I've said,  so if you don't

mind -" she said, but I cut her off before she could get rid of me.

"Marianne, it's not a joke. I'm sincerely concerned about Lynn's mental

health. Her behavior has been very erratic lately. I'm very worried about her

and I figured as her mother you would be as well." I said, my frustration evident in my voice.

"If you're truly concerned then I suggest you get the health professionals

involved. I don't know what you expect of me." She snapped. I could tell

she was seconds away from hanging up and for some reason I was

desperate not to let her. I had the feeling that she knew a lot more than

she was letting on. . "Please. If not for me, do it for Lynn." I tried.

I heard a faint shaky intake of breath, as if she were trying to hold her

steely persona together but failing. . "Marianne? What's wr-"  I started.

"Benjamin, I don't know what to tell you. My only advice would be to seek

professional help. Do not call here again. Goodbye." I tried to call out to her but she'd hung up.

I tried to wrap my head around the call and her refusal to help me. Even if

she didn't like me, why wouldn't she want to help her own daughter? I

couldn't understand that. I tried to replay the conversation, desperate to find something I missed.

After a while I almost gave up, until I remembered her last last words to

me. 'Seek professional help' she'd said those words with a bit of urgency. I

could have just been grasping at straws but no, I was sure her voice had

changed ever so slightly when she'd said that. As if they were very important.

What had she meant? I assumed she'd been referring to medical

professionals, but maybe she was referring to someone else. Someone that

she didn't, for some reason, feel comfortable saying directly. Or maybe I was just desperate.

I waited for Chris to get home and after a very long and exhausting

conversation with him and Rebecca, I convinced them that Lynn truly

needed psychiatric help. I didn't tell them everything. I wasn't prepared to

go into it yet, but I told them about our last encounter. How she'd hidden

in the bathroom, peeking at me from the closet.

They were obviously shocked but thankfully they believed me. They too

just wanted to help her. Still they didn't think it was all that serious. Weird,

maybe but not dangerous. They just kept saying that Lynn had to be

playing some kind of weird joke. "Maybe for YouTube?" Rebecca offered, if only half-heartedly.

Chris didn't think we should involve the police just yet. He offered instead

to go with me, and I readily accepted. He reasoned that calmly talking to

her, trying to coax her into going willingly was the best recourse. I agreed

to do it his way. At least I wouldn't be going into that house alone.

We drove over this morning, just after breakfast. There was no way I was

going at night. When we pulled into the driveway my stomach began doing

somersaults. Her car wasn't there, but I still didn't let my guard down.

The front door was ajar, and for a split second I thought we'd see her eyes

staring through the gap. I was shaking and starting to sweat. Chris however

was fine. He waited for me to open the door, his hands in his pockets like

he was going on a f__king stroll through the park. I envied his ignorance.

I pushed the door open and was immediately hit with the stench of rot.

Chris smelled it too, and he walked in the house behind me with his nose

scrunched up. . "What do you guys use to clean the floors around here,

s__t?" Chris mumbled. . "Shut up." I said, my eyes darting around for any signs of Lynn.

The house was deadly quiet and dark despite being 10 in the morning. All

the curtains were closed up tight, refusing to allow any sunlight inside. If I

hadn't left it just two days prior I'd have thought the house to be

abandoned. . We moved through each room, carefully checking any place that she might hide, occasionally calling her name.

"Why the f__k are you looking under the couch?" Chris asked eventually.

"Aren't we looking for your wife?"  He was looking at me like I was a moron.

"Let's just go upstairs." I whispered. He shook his head but followed me up

the stairs to check the bathroom and spare bedroom. On the way up my

shoes crunched over pieces of glass that looked to be littered over a few of the steps.

I noticed that one of Lynn and my wedding portraits that hung on the wall

along the staircase had been smashed. The frame hung crookedly, all the

glass removed. I stared at the picture, a lump forming in my throat. We had

taken the photo just after leaving the church, after saying our vows. She

looked so beautiful in her white gown. I looked at Lynn's beautiful face. I

never dreamed her face would ever be a source of t__ror for me.  . We

climbed the rest of the steps and checked the spare bedroom, but it looked completely untouched.

I was hesitant to go into the bathroom, my fear from that night coming

back to me all at once. Chris noticed, and offered to go in by himself but I

couldn't let him do that. So we walked in together, checking the closet and

the shower. The bathroom looked as if it hadn't been touched since the night I left.

"I don't think she's here Ben. Why don't you pack some clothes and we'll try

coming back tomorrow or something." Chris said. I nodded and went into

our bedroom and shoved some clothes into a duffle bag. When I checked

inside our closet I came across the source of the smell and gagged.

Chris took one look and lost all color in his face. He had to go stand by the

stairs to get away from the sight and smell.

I gazed down in shock at what lay Inside my bedroom closet. Soaking into

the rug, were at least a dozen eyeballs, all carefully laid out in pairs. Some

were as large as a quarter while others were as tiny as a marble. I stared

down at the eyes she'd collected from small animals and I wondered how

she'd gotten them, and shuddered at the thought.

"Man, I thought I had it bad with Becca's shoe addiction. But f__k me. Your

wife's in here collecting eyeballs." Chris said, gagging.  "Ben, I think we

should go."  He called from the hall. "I'm getting nauseous."

"Alright." I grabbed my duffle and shut the closet door on my new

nightmare. I stepped out into the hall and took a deep breath of air. I could

taste the rot on my tongue and I couldn't help but gag. . "Who the f__k

lines up eyeballs in their closet like that?"  Chris mumbled. . "I tried to tell you she needed help." I said.

"She doesn't need help, Ben. She needs a f__king exorcist." He said. "You

coming or what? I can't stand the smell any- " his words died in his throat, and his eyes grew wide with fear.

I didn't ask him why. I could feel it. Someone was watching me and I didn't

think it was the eyes in the closet.  I turned around, my eyes slowly scanning the bedroom.

"Christ" I whispered, as I finally saw what we'd missed. Under the bed,

curled on her side, watching us with the excitement of a kid on Christmas

morning, was my wife. . She held her hands together just under her chin, and they were shaking eagerly.

Now that she knew she'd been found, I could hear the quiet noises she was

making. A sort of hiccuping sound in her throat, as if the excitement was

just too much for her. It was unnerving to say the least. Wide eyes, and that same huge smile.

Everything in me told me to run, but I forced it away. This was my wife. No

matter how twisted, she was still the woman I married. I had to help her.

"Lynn…"  I said softly. She didn't respond, but her head bobbed back and

forth in two quick little movements as if she were nodding.

"Baby. I just wanna help okay? Can you…. Can you let me do that?" I asked. I

had taken a single step forward, approaching her like some kind of dangerous animal.

"I love you, Lynn." I said softly, taking another step closer. She let a tiny

moan escape her wide open mouth and I had to resist the urge to run.  Her

shoulders were starting to quiver, and her eyes grew as large as saucers.

I crouched down so I could see her better, and immediately saw the blood.

Her hands were covered in it. They trembled more the closer I got, as if she was barely able to contain herself.

"Lynn. Are you hurt? You're bleeding." I said. She bobbed her head again,

her bloody fingers moving up and down as if playing an invisible piano.

They occasionally grazed her chin, leaving smears of blood on her skin.

I wanted to recoil in disgust. The smell that was coming off of her was

revolting. I could feel the vomit trying to climb up my throat. . Her lips were

dry and stretched thin, blood seeping between the cracks.

I knew she wouldn't come out on her own, but I didn't want to leave her in the state she was in.

I scooted closer and reached out to her. The excited hiccuping sounds got

louder and her hands shook, fingers flexing. It was then that I could see the blood oozing from in between her fingers.

"Oh my God, Lynn. You're bleeding." I said. Instinctively I reached out to

take her hand, but before I could even touch her, her hand sprang out

towards me. A sharp pain shot through my arm, and I fell back on my ass.

My arm burned, and I could see the blood dripping down onto the carpet.

I looked back at her in shock and saw her grinning madly, her fingers

clutching a large shard of glass. . "You alright in there?" Chris asked from behind me.

I turned my head slightly, and nodded to him, cradling my arm to my chest.

When I turned back to face Lynn, I saw that her focus had shifted. She

wasn't looking at me anymore. And she wasn't smiling anymore either.

She was staring past me, her eyes glaring at Chris the way a hungry lion

might stare at an antelope. Her mouth was still hanging open but it was

twisted into a snarl.. I got to my feet, and began walking backwards down the hall, afraid to take my eyes off her.

"Are you... bleeding?" Chris asked. The moment the words left his mouth

Lynn started fast scooting out from under the bed, the glass shard still in her fist.

"Chris. Run. Go!" I yelled. He must have been too afraid to move because a

second later I felt my back bump into him. He was still standing at the top

of the stairs, staring at the horror that was my wife.

Lynn had crawled completely out from under the bed and stood in the

bedroom doorway, her face twisted in rage. Her whole body was visibly

tense. Blood ran down her fingers and onto the floor. . "Jesus, Lynn..." Chris

said, "You uh… playing hide and seek?" I reached back and pushed him

towards the steps. . "Move your ass Chris" I said as quietly but firmly as I could.

Lynn bobbed her head in fast, sharp motions, and began to grin, stretching

her mouth open wider and wider so that her chin seemed to touch her

chest. I heard Chris mutter a prayer and then he was running down the

stairs. I stood at the top of the steps, stuck between the love for a woman

who clearly needed serious help, and self preservation.

"I only want to help." I said, choking back tears. Her eyes focused on me

once again as she slowly lifted the glass, holding it out in front of her. And

then she started sprinting towards me, grinning with utter excitement.

Thankfully my body took over and I flew down the stairs skipping two or

three at a time. I made it to the front door before I felt her leap onto my

back, wrapping her arms around my neck, her open mouth next to my ear

so that I could hear those terrible hiccuping sounds up close. I shook her off

me, knocking her to the floor. I felt a searing pain in my back as she went

but I tore open the front door and bolted to my car.

Chris was standing in the front yard, talking on the phone with the police. I

didn't say a word, I just ran to my car and jumped in. Chris took the hint and

followed me, still on the line with 911. I watched the rear view mirror, sure

I'd see her there, running after us. But I never did.

I went straight to the ER and got 11 stitches in my arm and 3 on my back.

The police asked a lot of questions and went back to the house to do a

search but of course, Lynn wasn't there.

They advised me to stay with a friend or relative for a while and to file a

restraining order as soon as I could but none of those things would matter. Somehow I just knew.

I dropped Chris off at home, and went to a motel an hour away. I wanted to

put as much distance between me and Lynn as I could.

This is where I've been for the last 4 hours. I thought maybe the police

would find her, maybe they'd get her the help she desperately needs.

But now I don't think so. Because 40 minutes ago I got a text from an

unknown number. Just three words :. "I found You."

And a picture attached. The picture was dark and grainy, but I instantly

knew what it was. There was no mistaking my wife's eye.

I started typing this out immediately after. I don't know what to do. I'm

alone and scared, and I can't help but feel that I'm being watched….

Sometimes love makes people search for harmless explanations long after their instincts have started warning them that something is seriously wrong.

The husband in this story keeps returning to the same thought: this is still Lynn, the woman he has known for six years.

That emotional attachment explains why he repeatedly interprets increasingly disturbing behavior as a prank, stress, or some temporary change.

Accepting that someone familiar may no longer be behaving safely can feel like losing them before they are physically gone.

The emotional conflict becomes sharper because fear and loyalty are pulling him in opposite directions.

He wants to honor his marriage and help his wife, yet his body is repeatedly telling him to escape.

At first, her staring and hiding only frightened him. Later, she followed him, appeared outside another house, collected animal eyes, injured him with broken glass, and pursued him while armed.

At that point, the question is no longer whether her behavior is eccentric. His immediate safety has become the priority.

A different perspective is that helping someone does not always mean personally approaching them.

People sometimes confuse compassion with physical availability, especially with spouses or relatives.

But once behavior becomes violent or unpredictable, stepping away can be the most responsible action for everyone involved.

He cannot diagnose her, restrain her safely, or determine by himself whether the cause is psychiatric, neurological, substance-related, or medical.

Nothing in the story proves Lynn has psychosis, and abruptly labeling her with a mental illness would be irresponsible.

What can be judged is the observable behavior: she has already caused physical injury and appears to be pursuing him despite his attempts to create distance.

NAMI recommends maintaining physical distance, keeping a clear exit route, and seeking emergency help when there is an immediate threat of assault.

The safest response is therefore not another private confrontation.

He should preserve the threatening message and photograph, update police about his location being discovered, follow their safety advice, and avoid meeting her alone.

If professionals determine that she is experiencing a health crisis, she deserves appropriate treatment.

He can care deeply about what happens to his wife without volunteering to become the person who absorbs the next episode.

Here’s how people reacted to the post:

These Redditors worried about Ben’s safety and urgently asked for an update

[Reddit User] − ITS BEEN 12 DAYS. RU OK?

Reddit-Masterz − OP please give us an update to let us know your safe and I kinda want to know how this ends

Hour-Formal874 − Does anyone know if this man is ok???!?!

[Reddit User] − The mother in law knows something, and if she does why the f__k won’t she help?

These commenters admitted the story genuinely terrified them and left them afraid

-idontgiveashit- − 3AM and I guess I'm not getting any water from the kitchen tonight unless I want to see Lynn running on all fours

kiaxxl − I regret reading this before bed. Nice work

bananenpoeper − I'm scared of your wife sir.

crowonyx0 − This genuinely freaked me out

These users praised the disturbing horror imagery and called it exceptionally creepy

dmista21 − This is absolutely terrifying. The face i thought of instantly was the face from the "lights out" youtube short. So damn scary.

That_Pyrope − Someone please, please, please draw an interpretation of Lynn

jayXred − The creepiest story I have read on here by a long shot. ..

These commenters viewed Lynn as extremely dangerous and believed Ben needed protection

ActiveGoat2599 − Man im saying it now even tho ive never experienced

love between 2 people. She needs more than an exorcism. I dont know

what. But, use physical force now. Shes not going to hold back, so neither

should you for the next time she lunges at you

appelflapnaaier − Your wife is fcked up dude

What began as an unsettling game slowly became something far more dangerous, until Ben could no longer convince himself that Lynn was simply joking or acting strangely.

The animal eyes, the attack with broken glass, and her ability to follow him even after he fled made it clear that whatever was happening had moved beyond something he could handle alone.

The final message is the most terrifying part because it suggests distance may not protect him at all.

Is Lynn experiencing some horrifying breakdown, or has something much darker taken her place?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS STORY?

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS STORY?

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Leona Pham

Leona Pham

Hi, I'm Leona. I'm a writer for Daily Highlight and have had my work published in a variety of other media outlets. I'm also a New York-based author, and am always interested in new opportunities to share my work with the world. When I'm not writing, I enjoy spending time with my family and friends. Thanks for reading!

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