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My husband was taken by something and replaced with something else
I'm typing this in the bathroom; the thing in our bedroom isn't my husband. It looks like him, sounds like him, and walks like him, but it doesn't act like him. I don't know what that thing is, but something isn't right.
It was only a few minutes ago. I heard something crash in the living room; it sounded like glass breaking. I thought it was just our cat, but I also had a bad thought in my head that it could be a burglar breaking in. I asked my husband to check it out for himself and that he should be careful. He went down carrying his gun with him; I wanted to follow him, but he asked me to stay so I wouldn't get hurt.
A few minutes passed, hearing nothing, then I heard something muffled; it sounded sharp like a gunshot, but muffled in a way that it wasn't loud enough to be heard by the neighbors. I felt something was going wrong and, fearing for my husband, I went down the stairs carrying a baseball bat. Then suddenly my husband turned on the lights and walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened.
"Hey honey, it was just the cat messing around again." He said
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, anyway, I'll be waiting in the bedroom," He said
Before I could respond, he left. I was just left confused; it sounded like my husband, but how he spoke sounded so monotone, and his eyes looked like they were just staring into a void. I brushed it aside, thinking he was just tired after a long day. I went to see what happened downstairs, and it looked spotless. But I noticed he left his gun on the counter, but nothing else.
I headed back to the bedroom, and then he appeared suddenly in front of me.
"JESUS CHRIST, STOP SCARING ME LIKE THAT."
"I was heading down to acquire energy," He said
"That's a weird way of saying you're getting food. I think there's only tuna in the cabinet, but I know you hate tu-"
But before I could finish what I was about to say, he sped past me and went to the cabinet with no hesitation. He ate that can of tuna as if he had never eaten before; he scraped everything off the can and went straight to the bedroom.
I went down again, and there I realized our cat was gone. I was looking around the house for minutes, checking all of his hiding spots. I was about to go up to the bedroom, and I noticed something shiny under the table. I went closer and picked it up; it was an empty bullet casing. It opened more questions than anything: if he really fired a shot, then why isn't there a noticeable hole in the house?
I went to the bedroom; it was dark, but when I looked at my husband, every time I tried to look at his face, it just looked smooth or blank. I lay beside him.
"Have you seen Chase?"
"The what?" he replied
"Our cat? Chase, the same cat we had for four years now."
"The feline, no, I haven't seen it."
I tried to embrace him like every night, but he felt sweaty or slimy when I hugged him, and then he tried to break out of my hug, jerking violently, so I let go.
Now things began to feel really off. Did he forget the cat that's been with us for four years now? Or is there something else wrong? I tried to write it off; maybe he was just tired. But when I lay down my head, something was wrong; I couldn't hear him breathe, nothing, not even an exhale.
And there I knew something was clearly wrong. I stood up and headed for my laptop, thinking this thing in my bed was asleep. Then it spoke again.
"Why are you still awake?" It said
It stopped trying to copy my husband; its voice was significantly lower than my husband's.
"Just going to the bathroom."
I picked up my laptop and rushed toward the bathroom and locked the door. That was fifteen minutes ago, and now It's been saying the same thing for ten minutes now. The voice doesn't even sound human anymore.
"Honey... Come out"
"Honey, come out."
"COME OUT"
#entertainment
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I'm typing this in the bathroom; the thing in our bedroom isn't my husband. It looks like him, sounds like him, and walks like him, but it doesn't act like him. I don't know what that thing is, but something isn't right.
It was only a few minutes ago. I heard something crash in the living room; it sounded like glass breaking. I thought it was just our cat, but I also had a bad thought in my head that it could be a burglar breaking in. I asked my husband to check it out for himself and that he should be careful. He went down carrying his gun with him; I wanted to follow him, but he asked me to stay so I wouldn't get hurt.
A few minutes passed, hearing nothing, then I heard something muffled; it sounded sharp like a gunshot, but muffled in a way that it wasn't loud enough to be heard by the neighbors. I felt something was going wrong and, fearing for my husband, I went down the stairs carrying a baseball bat. Then suddenly my husband turned on the lights and walked up the stairs as if nothing had happened.
"Hey honey, it was just the cat messing around again." He said
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, anyway, I'll be waiting in the bedroom," He said
Before I could respond, he left. I was just left confused; it sounded like my husband, but how he spoke sounded so monotone, and his eyes looked like they were just staring into a void. I brushed it aside, thinking he was just tired after a long day. I went to see what happened downstairs, and it looked spotless. But I noticed he left his gun on the counter, but nothing else.
I headed back to the bedroom, and then he appeared suddenly in front of me.
"JESUS CHRIST, STOP SCARING ME LIKE THAT."
"I was heading down to acquire energy," He said
"That's a weird way of saying you're getting food. I think there's only tuna in the cabinet, but I know you hate tu-"
But before I could finish what I was about to say, he sped past me and went to the cabinet with no hesitation. He ate that can of tuna as if he had never eaten before; he scraped everything off the can and went straight to the bedroom.
I went down again, and there I realized our cat was gone. I was looking around the house for minutes, checking all of his hiding spots. I was about to go up to the bedroom, and I noticed something shiny under the table. I went closer and picked it up; it was an empty bullet casing. It opened more questions than anything: if he really fired a shot, then why isn't there a noticeable hole in the house?
I went to the bedroom; it was dark, but when I looked at my husband, every time I tried to look at his face, it just looked smooth or blank. I lay beside him.
"Have you seen Chase?"
"The what?" he replied
"Our cat? Chase, the same cat we had for four years now."
"The feline, no, I haven't seen it."
I tried to embrace him like every night, but he felt sweaty or slimy when I hugged him, and then he tried to break out of my hug, jerking violently, so I let go.
Now things began to feel really off. Did he forget the cat that's been with us for four years now? Or is there something else wrong? I tried to write it off; maybe he was just tired. But when I lay down my head, something was wrong; I couldn't hear him breathe, nothing, not even an exhale.
And there I knew something was clearly wrong. I stood up and headed for my laptop, thinking this thing in my bed was asleep. Then it spoke again.
"Why are you still awake?" It said
It stopped trying to copy my husband; its voice was significantly lower than my husband's.
"Just going to the bathroom."
I picked up my laptop and rushed toward the bathroom and locked the door. That was fifteen minutes ago, and now It's been saying the same thing for ten minutes now. The voice doesn't even sound human anymore.
"Honey... Come out"
"Honey, come out."
"COME OUT"
#entertainment
source
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