Giggles
Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom,
refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife
whom was låyīng beside him.
Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he
began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming
from the bedroom.
“Honey? Was that you?”
He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway.
Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands,
certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However,
moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter
from the bedroom.
He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the
bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the
shape of his wife låyīng there.
“Honey? Were you laughing?”
Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the
unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a
grotesque mockery of a smıle.
Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him.
“Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛
bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛
bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light.
“For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”