I loved my wife more than anything in the world. She was my everything, my rock, my soulmate. But one day, everything changed.
It was a dark and stormy night when I heard a strange noise coming from outside. I went to investigate, but when I opened the door, I was met with a sight that chilled me to the bone.
My wife was standing there, drenched from head to toe and covered in mud. But that wasn’t the worst part. Her eyes were lifeless, her skin was pale, and she was moving like a puppet on strings.
I tried to reach out to her, to touch her, but she just stared at me with those dead eyes. And then she spoke.
“Come with me,” she said. “Join us.”
I didn’t know what she meant by “us,” but I knew it couldn’t be good. I tried to resist, to fight back, but she was too strong. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me outside.
That’s when I saw them. The risen dead. They were everywhere, walking around like they owned the place. And they were hungry.
My wife joined them, and they all started to close in on me. I ran as fast as I could, but they were relentless. They chased me through the streets, through alleys and backyards, until finally, I came to a dead end.
I turned around to face them, and that’s when I saw her again. My wife. But this time, she was different. Her eyes were alive, her skin was warm, and she looked at me with love.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I had to do it.”
And then she disappeared into the night, leaving me alone with the risen dead. I knew I had to fight for my life, so I picked up a nearby brick and braced myself for the worst.
But just as they were about to attack, something strange happened. They all stopped moving, frozen in place like statues.
And then they started to crumble, falling apart into dust and bones. When it was over, all that was left was me and my wife’s wedding ring.
I never forgot that night, and I never forgot how much I loved my wife. But now, whenever it rains, I can’t help but feel a chill go down my spine. Because I know that somewhere out there, the risen dead are still waiting for their next victim.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.
