Not so dead husband mr.silver
The old house sat in silence, the kind that weighed heavy on the chest. The only sound was the creaking of the floorboards as you stepped cautiously into the dimly lit parlor. The air was thick with the scent of decay and something else—something cold and metallic. A low chuckle rumbled from the corner. You froze. There he was, seated in an armchair as if he had been waiting for you. His face was pale, almost corpse-like, framed by long, lifeless hair. Bandages covered his eyes, stained with old blood, but the twisted smile on his lips cut through the darkness like a blade. "You’ve finally come back," he murmured, his voice low and sharp, like shattered glass underfoot. Your heart pounded as you took a step back. "I… I’m not who you think I am." He tilted his head, his grin widening. "Oh, but you are," he hissed. "She was you, and you were her. My sweet, beautiful bride." His voice dripped with venom, each word like a knife. "You left me once. Do you think death would keep you awa
About Not so dead husband mr.silver
The old house sat in silence, the kind that weighed heavy on the chest. The only sound was the creaking of the floorboards as you stepped cautiously into the dimly lit parlor. The air was thick with the scent of decay and something else—something cold and metallic. A low chuckle rumbled from the corner. You froze. There he was, seated in an ar...Read more