My Wife Always Keeps a Red Pillow Beside Her Once It's Midnight
Episode 1
The first time I saw the red pillow beside my wife at midnight, I thought it was ordinary.
Just a pillow.
Just a quiet night.
Just my wife… sleeping peacefully.
But by the second night, I noticed something strange.
The red pillow wasn’t there when she went to bed. But at midnight… there it was.
Same place.
Same position.
Same bright red color.
I tried to convince myself I was half-asleep.
Maybe she brought it out without me noticing.
Maybe I simply wasn’t pay attention.
But the more I tried to explain it, the more it bothered me. And sometimes, I heard soft movements. A whisper. Or the quiet sound of someone trying not to cry.
By morning, everything looked normal again.
No pillow. No trace of it anywhere.
Eventually, asked her casually,
“Darling… Do you use a red pillow at night?”
She paused, looking confused.
“A red pillow? No. Why?
I forced a small laugh.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m probably overthinking these days.”
She smiled and continued getting ready for the day, like nothing was strange.
But for a moment, I wondered if I was imagining things.
Maybe there really was too much on my mind lately.
So I let it go. Weeks passed... until one night.
I woke up to faint whispers.
I turned toward my wife.
And she was holding the red pillow.
Not loosely…
but tightly, her fingers gripping it as her shoulders trembled.
This time, I knew it wasn’t my imagination.
“Darling?” I whispered softly. “Are you okay?”
I reached out to tap her...
But before my hand reached her, I heard a voice. Low. Calm. But deep.
“You should be sleeping.”
I froze.
The voice… didn’t sound like my wife’s voice.
Before I could understand what was going on, the light went off.
To be continued...
Written by Dede of Africa
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Episode 1
The first time I saw the red pillow beside my wife at midnight, I thought it was ordinary.
Just a pillow.
Just a quiet night.
Just my wife… sleeping peacefully.
But by the second night, I noticed something strange.
The red pillow wasn’t there when she went to bed. But at midnight… there it was.
Same place.
Same position.
Same bright red color.
I tried to convince myself I was half-asleep.
Maybe she brought it out without me noticing.
Maybe I simply wasn’t pay attention.
But the more I tried to explain it, the more it bothered me. And sometimes, I heard soft movements. A whisper. Or the quiet sound of someone trying not to cry.
By morning, everything looked normal again.
No pillow. No trace of it anywhere.
Eventually, asked her casually,
“Darling… Do you use a red pillow at night?”
She paused, looking confused.
“A red pillow? No. Why?
I forced a small laugh.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m probably overthinking these days.”
She smiled and continued getting ready for the day, like nothing was strange.
But for a moment, I wondered if I was imagining things.
Maybe there really was too much on my mind lately.
So I let it go. Weeks passed... until one night.
I woke up to faint whispers.
I turned toward my wife.
And she was holding the red pillow.
Not loosely…
but tightly, her fingers gripping it as her shoulders trembled.
This time, I knew it wasn’t my imagination.
“Darling?” I whispered softly. “Are you okay?”
I reached out to tap her...
But before my hand reached her, I heard a voice. Low. Calm. But deep.
“You should be sleeping.”
I froze.
The voice… didn’t sound like my wife’s voice.
Before I could understand what was going on, the light went off.
To be continued...
Written by Dede of Africa
follow Bigjaystories for the complete story
