Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark

My Sleeping Wife

I pulled into the driveway from another late night. I enter the house to find all the lights are out, as usual. My wife must already be in bed and asleep. It's late and I'm tired, so I figure I might as well go to bed. I don't even bother turning on the lights anymore, I can navigate my way through this hosue blind. Besides, I don't want to wake my wife. The bedroom door creaks at it opens and I inch my way to my side of the bed and crawl in. I move close to my wife and wrap my arm around her. I know she's asleep, but I somehow feel her embrace me as I hold her. I slowly drift off to sleep, with the love of my life asleep in my arms.
I slowly begin to wake up when I find my love is no longer in my arms, or in bed for that matter. I open my eyes to see her entire side of the bed covered in dried, crusty blood. I panic and look to the floor to see bloody footprints and drops of blood leading out of the room. I frantically get up to follow the footprints in search for my wife. As I approach the door, I decide to wake one last look at the room. As I turn around, I see my once beautiful wife sliced open and mutilated, nailed to the wall behind my bed. Beside her, painted in blood across the wall, are the words. "Thanks for holding me, but maybe next time you should turn on a light when you come in"