I married a rich man to save my family, but on our wedding night, I didn’t get what was due to me. He just sat in the darkness, his gaze fixed, and said these words in a frigid voice: “Sleep. I want to watch. “His way of saying it made my hair stand on my head. It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized that this marriage was just a matter of money.
Nothing is going to happen tonight. Go to sleep, he added without any emotion. My name is Nora Hale, and I was now connected to this man. That night, I was curled up on the edge of the bed, dressed in a wedding dress that looked like armor, trembling so hard that my teeth clashed.
I stared at the door as if it were the gate of a cell where I was going to be executed. When she opened, he slowly entered, his distant gaze, almost absent. The chair he held in his hand iced my blood. He approached her, sat down and watched me without even blinking.
I won’t do anything to you. I just want to see you sleep. I didn’t understand what that meant. Was he sick? Was he dangerous? Was it a form of psychological control? But I was exhausted by stress, and in the morning I still had to look “normal” in front of my father. I fell asleep without even taking my dress off.
When I woke up, he was already gone, leaving the room empty. On the second night, the third night, everything was repeated in exactly the same way. The chair. The silence. The fixed look. My family acted like they had made a pact: heads down, mouths sewn, no explanation.
At the fourth night, something left me totally petrified. I was asleep when I felt a physical presence right next to me. A heavy, regular breathing, just near my ear, breaking the silence of the room.
I woke up jumping, and he was there, so close that I could smell his old perfume. He still hadn’t touched me, but he seemed hypnotized, his gaze fixed on my eyelids as if he was preventing me from breathing. He shivered as if he had been caught committing a crime and immediately backed in the shadows.
I sat down and the room suddenly got a lot colder. He looked down, avoiding my gaze for the first time. — I did not lie. It’s just that… tonight was different from the others, he whispered.
During the day, I could no longer stand it, the anxiety was eating away at me. I finally asked him the question that terrified me from the beginning. He stayed by the window. Outside, the trees swayed violently under the storm wind.
My throat was tight, I felt like I was going to burst into tears. That night, I pretended to sleep, with my eyes closed but the spirit on the lookout. He brought the chair. He sat on the floor by the bed, as if he were standing guard.
A long silence has settled in the dark room. Then he finally admitted in a breath: “Yes. “” From whom? “I asked, the voice trembling. He did not look at me, stubbornly fixing the empty wall.
“Not you,” he said. But of your past. Little by little, the truth began to dawn in this house of secrets. He told me that his first wife died tragically in his sleep.
The doctors had concluded that heart failure was simply in heart failure. But he firmly believed that something else had happened. “She would wake up at night,” he said, “with her eyes open, but she wasn’t really there anymore… like someone else was leading her. »
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