My Husband Insisted We Sleep in Separate Rooms — One Night, I Heard Strange Noises Coming from His Room and Checked It Out
When my husband, Ethan, first suggested we sleep in separate rooms, I was taken aback. We had been married for eight years, and while he blamed his insomnia and constant tossing and turning, something about it didn’t sit right with me. Still, I reluctantly agreed, convincing myself that maybe a better night’s sleep would help our relationship.
At first, it was fine—odd, but fine. He seemed happier, more rested. But then, the noises started.
At around 2 AM one night, I was jolted awake by a faint, rhythmic sound coming from his room. It wasn’t snoring. It wasn’t talking in his sleep. It was… something else.
My heart pounded as I strained to listen. A muffled whisper. A soft creak. Then, a strange humming noise.
I swallowed hard. Was he on the phone with someone? Watching something? My stomach twisted at the thought of him hiding something from me.
I slid out of bed, my feet barely making a sound against the floor. As I approached his door, the noises became clearer—low murmurs, like a conversation. But there was only one voice.
My hand trembled as I turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, and my breath caught in my throat.
Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, hunched over… talking to someone. But no one was there.
“Ethan?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He didn’t react at first, still mumbling in that low, eerie tone. Then, suddenly, he snapped his head up and stared at me, his eyes wide, unfocused. It was like he wasn’t fully awake.
I stepped closer, my pulse hammering. “Who are you talking to?”
For a long moment, he just stared, then blinked rapidly as if snapping out of a trance. “What are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse, defensive.
“I heard you talking,” I said, glancing around. His phone wasn’t in sight. The TV was off. There was no one else in the room. “Ethan, what’s going on?”
He ran a hand down his face, exhaling shakily. “I… I don’t know. It keeps happening.”
“What keeps happening?”
He hesitated before whispering, “The dreams. The voices. I wake up, and I feel like… someone else is here. Like I’m talking to them.”
A chill ran down my spine. “Ethan, that’s not normal.”
He nodded, looking genuinely afraid. “I know. That’s why I wanted to sleep alone. I didn’t want to scare you.”
Fear coiled in my gut. I had thought the worst—an affair, a secret addiction—but this? This was something else entirely.
I reached for his hand, gripping it tightly. “We’re figuring this out. Together.”
That night, I stayed with him. And when the murmuring started again—this time with me right beside him—I knew our nightmare was just beginning.
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