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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/bohemiancouchpotato on 2024-10-10 03:38:46+00:00.

Everything was completely normal until last year. We had what felt like a totally typical marriage. I remember the night things started to get weird because it was right after our 5th wedding anniversary.

It was a regular day working at the bank when I got a text from my wife. A text from her in the middle of the day was not unusual, but what the text said was definitely not like my wife.

“Hey babe, I had an idea for something new we could try when you get home;)”

Now, don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled to get this text in the middle of my workday. I think any man would be ecstatic at a text like that, but I was having a hard time getting too excited because something about it felt so off. My wife has never been the kind of woman to send a message like this, let alone want to ‘try something new’. She is a very shy and to herself woman.

The day moved at a snail’s pace as I anticipated what my wife had in store for me. I tried not to overhype it in my head. I prepared myself to find a baked good or something when I walked into the house. I fully believed she didn’t mean to send a winky face.

Not to say I would have been disappointed with whatever she had in store, I’m not much of a wild guy myself, but a little spice never hurt anyone…right?

When I pulled into the driveway I was surprised to see most of the house lights were off. I suspiciously unlocked the front door to see my beautiful wife standing facing away from me in the doorway to the bedroom. My happiness from seeing her quickly grew into confusion when she didn’t turn around to look at me when I walked in and said her name. She would normally run up to me and give me a big hug. In the past, my wife has always been the sweetest person I’ve ever known. For her to not run up and give me a hug and a kiss was strange.

I made my way inside after waiting a second. Trying to be as loud as possible in the hopes she would suddenly notice I was home and look at me. I got closer and noticed she wasn’t moving other than her soft breaths.

I was standing right behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey, sweetheart. Um, are you okay?” right as I got out my words she jumped around to face me with a giggle and smile.

“Ha! That was so funny! Did I scare you?” She said while covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her toothy laugh.

“Yeah, I guess you really did scare me,” I replied with a nervous chuckle. “So was that your special surprise you talked about?”

“Of course not silly! That was just the beginning of the fun.” She remarked with a smirk and a wink.

She grabbed my hand and led me into our bedroom. Under normal circumstances, I would have been over the moon about it, but her scaring me just before leading me into the bedroom felt so off-putting. Did she think this would turn me on somehow? Did one of my buddies reach out to her and tell her to do this? All I knew was that I was not interested in whatever romantic endeavors my wife had planned. I never thought I would say that.

As we got to the bed, she pulled back all the covers and told me to lie down. I honestly felt like telling her I had a headache or something, but it was clear she had been thinking about this all day and I really didn’t want to discourage my wife from initiating things in the future.

My mind was spinning with thoughts of what she might do next but she did something I didn’t expect. She put the covers back over me and tucked me in. I was both relieved and more confused than ever. She gave me a soft smile then in one fast motion fell to the ground like a sack of wet hammers. I intuitively sat up and leaned over the side of the bed to make sure she was okay and was only met with the ends of her long brown hair peeking out from the bottom of the bed.

“Hey Katlyn, why are you hiding? Can you please come out? I’m not a fan of this game you are playing.” I murmured in a tone trying to not sound freaked out. I was only met with the sound of a muffled giggle.

I sat in bed for the next 10 minutes trying to tell her to stop. It went from polite asking to begging, but the laughter didn’t stop. After my begging didn’t seem to work, I got the courage to get out of bed and look beneath me. As soon as I put my foot down she grabbed my ankle.

“What the hell Katlyn! This isn’t funny. You have fun here, I’m sleeping on the couch.” I slammed the bedroom door behind me and curled up on the living room couch. I could still hear her laughing from the joke I seemed to miss.

It was so hard to sleep that night. The image of her hair barely peeking out from under the mattress really stuck in my head for some reason. It took a while but I finally fell asleep.

The next morning I was up for work a couple hours before her so we didn’t get the chance to talk. I had to go into the bedroom to get my clothes for work so I peeked under the bed to check on her. She was sleeping peacefully on her stomach and I tried not to wake her.

It was a long hard day at work. I wasn’t really feeling all that scared anymore, more so worried for my wife. I wasn’t sure how I could help.

Around 10am I got a text from her.

“Hey Emmett…I’m really sorry about last night. I have a lot of explaining to do once we both get home. Can we talk over some pizza?”

I felt so much better after reading those words. It might seem insignificant, but my wife hates pizza so whenever she is willing to eat it with me I know she is putting in the effort.

It was the end of the day and I headed home looking forward to some pizza and some time with my hopefully back-to-normal wife.

I walked through the door and was relieved to see my wife setting the table and putting down a pizza box. She heard the door shut and ran to give me a hug and a kiss. I really felt like I had my wife back.

“I’m so glad you are home. Sit down, sit down, I got pizza from your favorite place down the road.” She said as she pulled a chair out for me to sit down.

We were both quiet for a minute or two after we both sat down. I don’t think either one of us knew how to start the conversation. Just as I was about to speak up, she started to talk.

“So I know last night was weird. I just got really insecure after hearing a few of my coworkers talk about the things they do with their partners and I was worried you thought I was too boring. I know I can be shy and don’t like to do anything crazy and started to feel guilty for not doing more with you. I wasn’t entirely sure how to even go about it or what you would like so I just went for it. I understand now how I went wrong. I’m sorry I just don’t know how to do this kind of thing” She said as if she had rehearsed it many times in her head.

“Why would you ever think I was bored of you? I don’t need any of that wild stuff. I married you for a reason. You don’t need to try to be something you’re not. I love you for who you are.” I said as I grabbed her hand. She took a deep breath and looked at me with watery eyes.

“I love you too, thank you for being so understanding. I really want to make it up to you.”

“That’s very kind, but the pizza is enough for me.”

“No, I’m really serious. I did some more research and found a few good ideas.” She said as she put her hand on my thigh.

I was so torn at that moment. I was terrified from the night before, but it seemed like she learned from her mistakes. Sure, it was an incredibly strange mistake to think scaring me would get me in the mood, but she is extremely sheltered. That’s what I was trying to tell myself. I knew deep down something was still wrong and I should just say no, but I think many people can understand how your body can go on audo pilot in moments like this. At this point, nothing was going to stop me and I’d give every excuse in the book as to why it was okay to let her do her thing.

Just like last time I was led to our bed. She made me lay down and immediately put my hands over my head into handcuffs and put a blindfold on me. My heart was racing at this point. I was terrified but human nature was taking over and it could not be overridden.

Right as she put the blindfold on me, she stepped back and I didn’t hear her move. I was expecting her to do something to me, but nothing…

I laid on the bed feeling more exposed than I ever felt possible. After a couple minutes, I heard the floor squeak and it confirmed that she had been standing right by the bed the whole time. I felt like I could feel her eyes staring at me. It was practically burning a hole in my skin. I heard the light switch flick off. Now I really couldn’t see anything.

After a few moments of anticipation, I felt her fingertips graze the sheets near my sides. Then by my feet, just barely missing any part of my body. I started to maybe get hope again that I shouldn’t be scared. Sure, this wasn’t what I had in mind, but she was new to this. I was very wrong. That was the last moment I had hope for my wife. This was teasing. This was torture.

I was soon met with the sound of her scraping her fingernails against the walls like a wild animal. She moved around the room scratching anything she could find, along with a brief giggle here and there. It was like she was silently moving from corner to corner. I would hear her make the awful scraping then it would stop for a second. Then I would be jumpscared by her doing the same thing in a different spot.

It made my skin crawl like I had a million little bugs crawling on the inside of my skin. I wiggled violently, …

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