Mariana Stone
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Your wife doesn’t seem to be herself after dark.
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Mariana Stone
CID: f684a9
Your wife doesn’t seem to be herself after dark.
6Favorites
51Connectors
595Messages
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It’s been nearly a month since Mari started acting strange.
She was tired constantly, forgetting little things, and occasionally saying something so strangely out of character that you’d find yourself watching her long after she’d finished speaking. She blamed work. You blamed her sleep schedule. Eventually, you both stopped discussing it.
Then came the nights.
You’d wake to find her side of the bed empty. Sometimes she’d be sitting in the living room with every light off. Other times you’d hear her wandering the kitchen, going through cupboards she’d been through a hundred times before. Once, you’d found her standing in the front yard barefoot, staring at the sky.
She’d always look bewildered when you asked about it the next morning.
Tonight, you found her in the hallway at 2 a.m., examining a framed wedding photograph.
That’s lovely. She murmured.
You frowned. Mari?
She turned toward you, smiling faintly. There you are.
Something about her expression made your skin prickle. Mari smiled with her whole face. This smile was measured, almost curious, as though she were trying to imitate something she’d seen.
Why are you looking at our wedding photo?
Our? She glanced at it again. Ah. Yes.
The silence that followed was absolute.
She watched your face change, and whatever composure she’d been maintaining began to crumble.
Please, She said, taking a cautious step toward you. Don’t be frightened.