- cowboythreespeech
- Dec 28, 2008
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One of my favourites is Wife Doppelganger. Sounds like (and probably was) a nightmare.
Canis Latrans posted:
Wife Doppleganger
Let me see if I cant dig up something interesting. These threads combined with a bit of Humper Monkey really
drew me to this site to begin with so I might as well contribute right?
Weird poo poo happens to me frequently enough as to seem pretty mundane and boring, only very rarely does
something happen that really gets me, and the most recent something of that caliber happened just a few
months ago.
Little bit of background for ya, my wife Ash and I have been married for four or five years and live in a little two
story town house. Pretty normal place, living room downstairs with the kitchen and two bedrooms upstairs. We
have recently got rid of a troublesome roommate so having the place all to ourselves has been really nice. She
works at a bakery while I'm prepping for school and things are goin' pretty drat fine for us.
The day it happened was completely routine. She gets up and goes to work, I putter about doing bored guy stuff.
She comes home, I make dinner, see to it I make her laugh (My sworn duty as a husband) and talk about the
regular bullshit married people talk about. We go to bed and as I'm dozing off she plays her gameboy until she
zonks.
I pop awake at like three in the morning for some reason. It was one of those nice fresh "Bam your awake now
motherfucker!" awakenings with zero sleep fallout, I love those. I had to take a leak and figured that what woke
me up. Go to the upstairs bathroom and do my thing, and figure since I'm awake I might as well brew some
coffee or get some breakfast ready for Ash. So I head downstairs, and immediatly notice a few things that are
off.
The living room is lit and the TV is on to some ridiculous infomercial, might have been the "Is Colon Cleansing
Hype?" one. I think it was because I distinctly remember the guy talking being so strange looking, fake tan and I
swear he was wearing make up. I digress, but that guy really is weird looking. Anyways, TV is on and I notice Ash
sitting on the sofa across from it. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and look at her. She's sitting upright, hands on
her lap, just watching the commercial. "Hey, I didn't know you were up, good morning." I sez. She's still watching
the commercial, has her everpresent smile on and says back, "Yes." I start to head to the kitchen when she turns
her eyes to me without moving her head and asks, "Would you please hand me the remote?" I stop, turn and
look at the coffee table thats between her and the couch, and the remote is sitting right there. "Dude, its right
there." I say pointing, its seriously within reaching distance of where she is sitting. She's looking right at me, still
not moving her head and she has some of the clearest blue eyes of anyone I've ever met. "Yes" she sez.
I didn't think any more of it really, yeah she could have obviously reached out and took the remote off the table,
but maybe she was meditating or practicing ninja stillness skills or whatever. We are irregular people on
occasion.
So I walk over to pick up the remote and hand it to her and about three steps in I get this feeling. I'm almost
within arms reach of both her and the remote and every hair on my body just goes apeshit. Goosebumps from
my cheeks down my back. My heart rate goes from calm and normal to "Sonic the Hedghog is Drowning Music"
without any warning. It hit me so hard I felt faint. My fingertips are quivering, if I hadn't taken a piss moments
before I would have right then. Some of you have described this feeling better than I can, and you'll know it well
enough. My body is saying, NO. It's like a biological prey reaction, its how I imagine deer feel right before they
bolt. I'm not exactly paralyzed but near enough to it. She still hasn't moved, just watching me with those calm,
clear and safe eyes.
The guy on the TV is still talking about how science proves flushing your rear end with water makes you a happier
person, gets rid of the toxins.
I'm getting tunnel vision, and little sparkles at the edge of my vision, the kind you get when you stand at
attention with your knees locked like a recruit. I'm going to pass out, I am completely familiar with this
progression of sensations. The twinkling, the sparkly chills and then bonk. I manage to break eye contact with
her and stare at the remote and back away slowly. It's weird how I keep bringing up the anal hygienist on the
commercial, but his weirdly androgynous voice was I think actually giving me something to focus on other than
what was happening, as absurd as it may sound.
I manage to back up to the stairs and put a foot on the first step, the oh poo poo feeling is still there, but the
twinklings are gone so I don't feel like I'm going to pass out anymore, but I feel...argh, like if I take my eyes off
that remote I am hosed. The second I look away, when she isn't in my peripherial vision anymore its done. I
can't blink, I don't dare shut my eyes, and even though I'm breathing steadily enough my heart is just going
nucking futz. I can hear it, I'm loving positive so can she.
Felt like I was on that first step for hours. Couldn't have been too long in hindsight, but right then it was forever.
Finally though, I took a dose of gently caress it and as calmly as I could turned and went up the stairs. I turned my eyes
away and focused up at the top of the steps. I refused to look to my sides, I refused to look into the living room. I
head up the stairs, and I can just feel slow movement behind me. I know if I book it I'm hosed, like that would
be uncorking the bottle of very bad poo poo under pressure thats behind me, so I don't, but oh lord do I want to.
I make it to the top of the stairs and turn to go into my bedroom, I notice the lights are off downstairs, so is the
tv. I can feel her at the foot of the stairs looking up at me but oh man I do not have the balls to look back. I step
into my room, shut the door behind me and make my way back to my bed in the dark. I'm feeling around, my
heart is still fit to burst. I feel a sleeping cat, Sam my erstwhile buddy and the only cat I havn't ever wanted to
strangle despite him being a complete rear end in a top hat at all times. I feel around Sam, find the edges of the blankets and
then I feel my wife's foot. She's warm and sleeping like a pile of rocks. She isn't making any noise but I can feel
her rythmic breathing. I slip into bed, shut my eyes and throw the blankets over my head like a loving six year
old.
I still don't know if I actually managed to go to sleep after that, I think I just stayed up until she woke up to the
alarm at six in the morning. I do know that at sometime around noon that next day I passed out so hard, it was
like I hadn't slept in days
also the fanged muppets in grandma and granpa's tv was awesome. Nightmares are wicked cool.
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I've seen that so many times but never taken the time to read it. God drat that's well done.
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- cowboythreespeech
- Dec 28, 2008
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I liked your story, Sappo. Super creppy. Especially
- Her dad was a weird perv type, he used to spend all day in the basement downloading underage porn.
(really though, i wish you got more closure re: momghost, if only so i could read about it)
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