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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Aggravating_Road2692 on 2024-10-22 00:23:07+00:00.

My suspicions of infidelity first started when Steph was spending way too much time on her phone. She’s never been very tech-dependent so it was odd when her phone glued itself to her palm. She would smile whenever her phone vibrated, giggle after reading her new message, and text back excitedly all while the look of love marked her face. I recognized that look all too well. It was the look she’d had for me all those years ago when we first started dating.

While I was sure of my wife’s infidelity, I needed to validate my suspicions.

I snuck up behind her and watched as her fingers danced across the keypad, but when the chatlog came into view, my heart dropped.

Her phone buzzed and an image pixelated on the screen. I fully expected a nude or something, but it was a photo of a man, only the man was not whole. He was severed into many different pieces. His limbs decorated a hard concrete floor, his head pressed up against the ground, and his torso slit wide open exposing a hollow chest cavity. I almost swore under my breath but remained composed. Steph giggled at the image and began crafting a reply.

‘Cute. I love how you left the eyes in the head this time.’ She clicked the send button, biting her thumb in anticipation of a reply. Three sequentially blinking dots appeared on the bottom of the screen, the message lit up her phone.

‘I was saving them for you 😏’’ The reply read flirtatiously. Steph repositioned herself in giddy excitement and hurriedly crafted a reply.

‘You mean it!’ When can I come down?’ She wrote in joyously. My heart must’ve been banging against my chest at this point because Steph swiveled her head in my direction, pressing the phone to her person.

“What are you doing?” She said in angry annoyance. I had so many questions festering on the end of my tongue, but my mind sputtered still trying to come to terms with my wife’s horrific messages. I just stood there frozen like some shock-stricken fool. Steph, however, filled the empty air with a violent reprimand.

“How dare you violate my personal space! You’re an inconsiderate asshole! I can’t believe you!” She spat out in fury. Her open palm smacked across my cheek, snapping me out of my bewilderment. When my eyes refocused on Steph, I saw a bloodthirsty rage stewing behind her pupils. I tried to say something, anything, but what can you say when your wife is texting with Jeffery Duhmer?

“Fuck you, Ryan!” She hissed and retreated into our bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I slumped down on the couch, contemplating what I’d just seen. Steph’s never been a violent person, but here I was clutching my cheek while she was laughing at a murder scene on her phone.

Night had fallen and Steph never came out of the bedroom. That whole time I weighed my options. ‘Should I call the police? Should I pack my shit and leave? Do I gather more evidence and get her admitted into some psych ward?’ The choice may seem easy from the outside looking in, but it wasn’t easy for me. I wanted to give Steph the benefit of the doubt, but to do that I needed to know the truth.

I slowly creaked the bedroom door open and saw a figure sleeping soundly under the covers. On the nightstand rested Steph’s phone. I cautiously entered the room, doing my best not to wake my sleeping wife. Luckily, Steph’s always been a heavy sleeper.

When the phone lit up the dark room, Steph stirred but quickly regained her restful slumber. I immediately opened her messages and almost dropped the phone. The gory messages were sent under the name ‘‘👹’’. Never in my life had an emoji filled me with so much dread.

I needed to know who this monster was, so I texted from Steph’s phone, hoping to get a reply.

‘Who is this?’ My message said. I clicked the send button, gripping the phone with a newfound determination. I know, I know. Not a very inventive message to send when trying to get information out of your wife’s lover, but what can I say, I was in a delusional state; anyone would be if they found themselves in such a situation. Not a second later, the phone buzzed.

‘Who is this?’ The new message read. The person on the other line seemed to be mocking me, but that thought was swallowed when I noticed the number directly under the demon emoji. The messages were coming directly from Steph’s phone, she was messaging herself. I replayed the memory from earlier in the day, and vividly remember the three sequentially blinking dots at the bottom of the screen as someone else crafted a message from the other end. Steph’s fingers, however, remained still.

‘This doesn’t make any sense.’ I thought to myself, but my blood ran cold as the three dots once again danced at the bottom of the chatlog. The phone buzzed and a sentence appeared on the screen.

‘Are you scared?’

“What the hell?” I said as a cold chill ran down my spine. Suddenly the figure under the covers began flailing wildly. The quick movement startled me so much that it made me drop the phone, and the device tumbled under the bed.

“Steph?” I called out apprehensively at the figure under the sheets, but there was no response, only more frantic thrashing.

“Honey? Are you okay?” I said with a quivering lip. I grasped the edge of the blanket and yanked it off my wife, but when the figure came into view, Steph was nowhere to be found, but a familiar face did greet me with a smile. It was the fragmented man from the gory images on Steph’s phone. The severed limbs moved around disgustingly, the torso was just as empty, and the head smiled from ear to ear, almost thankful for its sorry state.

“W-what is this?” The only words that came to my mind. Out of nowhere a demonic cackle came from the underside of my bed, witchy and demented the laugh caused my skin to break out in goosebumps. I instantly took a step back, but a hand darted out from under the bed frame and grasped my ankle. In the dark, the hand looked gnarled but I noticed a familiar wedding ring on one of the fingers. Steph’s head crested from the darkness and her eyes twisted upward in my direction.

“I told you to mind your own business.” She said in a screechy, gritted tone. She bared her teeth which were now filed down to a point. With her shark-like smile, she cut into the flesh on my leg. I winced in pain. Instinct took over and I kicked her in the face. Steph retreated under the bed. Her witchy laugh regained its full voice.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” She said with a twisted tone.

“Steph, what’s going on?” I said desperate for answers. Steph didn’t answer my question and only returned a statement that made my confusion grow.

“He’s coming for you.” She said in an icy monotone voice.

“Who’s coming? Steph talk to me.” I begged.

‘He?’ I thought to myself. suddenly the severed man on the bed reentered my thoughts. I panned my gaze back over to the fragmented figure to find its head now on its side, looking directly at me. His eerie smile was just as wide, his limbs just as mangled. Despite his appearance, the man didn’t seem like a threat. One of his severed arms began to lift itself off the bed, index finger extended, pointing to the bedroom door. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach as the floorboards creaked in that direction. A tall goat-like figure now stood in the doorway.

Its legs were furry and hooved, its torso strangely human, and its hands monstrously clawed, but I knew its face. Its face matched the demon emoji on my wife’s phone, ‘‘👹’’, though the creature before me was less cartoony and more gut-wrenching. I started to hyperventilate and back away till my rear met the wall behind me. A grin inched across the creature’s face. It was finding pleasure in my terror.

Steph crawled out from under the bed, glancing at me. She twisted her head and made her way to the creature awaiting her arrival. There was a glimmer of lust in the beast’s blackened eyes as Steph crawled over with animalistic dexterity. When she reached its legs she wrapped herself around one of them, caressing it as if it were her saving grace.

The creature returned his gaze to me and gave a chuckle that tipped off the octave scale. He reached two hands to my wife’s face and pulled her up by the underside of her chin. Without breaking its connection with me, it parted my wife’s lips with a slimy kiss. Its fork tongue worked its way down Steph’s throat, and a lump was clearly visible from the outside of her neck as it probed deep into her chest cavity. As it came back out, the smacking of saliva filled the air, and tendrils of spit clung to Steph’s face. With the same love-filled stare she’d been giving her phone, she gazed into the monster’s eyes.

“You’re such a tease.” Steph giggled as she caressed the beast’s cheek. Through a strange tongue and in a deep voice the monster ignored Steph and spoke directly at me.

“Ego tecum agam postea.”

When the creature saw that I didn’t understand, it turned to Steph expecting her to translate. Steph rolled her eyes but relented.

“He says he’ll be back for you.” She gave me a dismissive glance and returned her eyes to the monster. The beast grinned and flung my wife over his shoulder, Steph giggled in excitement, and they both disappeared into the dark hallway.

I was left there in shock, but as the shock began to melt away I felt the overwhelming need to cry. Tears streamed down my face, but I was unsure what emotion I was feeling. Was it fear or sadness, I didn’t know. I had almost forgotten about the seve…

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