Echoes Of fear

a age 42 for six years. Our story began in 2014 at mexico city int

ss the restaurant looking troubled. Her eyes glistening with remnants of tea

her curiosity sparked a brief connection between us. "Are you flying some

her eyes. She confineded in me that she was escaping a disastrous marriage to a man named Davison, someone who had revealed hi

the time,i didn't understand it's weight,nor did i gras

ike fleeting shadows in my own memory. My mother often joked t

fe,i found myself drawn to her. She was too scared to

mored that i dismissed the oddities.As our bond deepened,i made a life altering decision to move to Engl

am. Until yesterday. While cleaning out a storage cupboard,i

ng it in,to see what secrets it held. After a few attempts,i

hroom in wedding lingerie,i realized what kind if tape I'd found. Don't think less of me for watching. It wasn't like that. Even de

, even though i expected a raunchy sex tape,i wasn't watching for that reason. My eyeballs weren't springing ou

across the bedsheet, waiting for her filming ex-husband to join her. I eyed the room's creamed colored walls. I didn't give a rats rear a

d me was that even when the camera caught his face,i didn't see anything supernatural change in Melissa's former husb

thing i didn't see,all of that pales

d's whole forearm plunged into her jaws, muffling her series of screams. Then my wife wriggled and squirmed

of Melissa's mouth and when his fingers resurfaced,they were holding something. Not my wife's innards, not th

fied me. Davison's fingers were clutching the hair of a human head. A head

even the tiniest sound, something from within that footage would hear me

ut of her lips. Some fleshy Russian doll,a younger version

e abominable act.As the new Melissa fell into Davisons arms,i realized with hor

ror i had just witnessed. But, the real nightmare began when i turned to find Melissa standing be

relessly discarded. "we were meant to be declutter

n empty corner of the room,her expression shifting as s

jumped into my car,but i couldn't escape. Th

of the truck rippled open as if something was trying to break free from within,

less. I didn't want to see what it was. I sped a

terrified and alone, haunted