9-Haunting

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Tristan splashes cold water on his face.

It was 2 am.

He didn't want to sleep.

Because once he closes his eyes...

She appears...

She stares at him with her dead eyes.

And pulls him into a deep kiss...

A kiss of death.

She sucks the life out of him every night.

He can't enjoy the things he had once enjoyed.

Food, sleep, sex...

It's all taken away from him.

The meat he enjoyed so much...

He pukes even at the sight of it.

The sleep he longed for so bad...

He is scared of it.

And as for...

Nothing could give him an erection anymore.

Not his hot wife, porn nothing.

But sometimes...

Sometimes she would come into his dreams...

His dreams of fucking her dead body felt so real...

So real that...

He would orgasm in his sleep.

His wife noticed it.

But kept silent.

And Tristan knew her silence was not a good sign...

It had been 2 weeks and they didn't have sex at all.

Her silence was alarming.

She wanted him to explain everything to her before it was too late.

But how could he explain it to her?

How could he explain what he had done with that woman's dead body on their anniversary night?

How could he explain that he was unable to get an erection since then...

And that the only thing that turned him on...

Was her cold flesh.

Tristan splashed his face with cold water again...

Something was wrong with him.

Very wrong.

And if it keeps up then things would get out of hand...

Tristan knew that the mask that he wears everyday in public...

The mask of a hardworking, bright, handsome husband and father...

The mask was about to fall off...

The gruesome truth that he hides inside would become visible to the naked eye.

He gulps down a lump in his throat.

It all started from that night.

When he did the unthinkable with a beautiful woman's dead body at the morgue...

She was Haunting him...

Even after her

Her death.

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