I once fought with my wife. We stood there fighting each other for a dumb reason I can't remember. She wanted it all, but I knew I was the right one, therefore I wanted to show her I'm right. I was that persistent. If I know I'm right, I'll end up making sure I win the argument and show them I'm right.

After the fight, she left. Probably wanted to leave me for good, but she did came back home, different, though. It felt like she was sort of brainwashed or something. I could tell she was not her. Maybe someone had drugged her? I wouldn't know, but hoped it was nothing too bad, and decided to reach out to her and asked her how she was, without reply. My thoughts at the time were something like "She's still mad at me, so probably best to not upset her more...", only then to realised a huge bruise on her shoulder, leading all the way up to the neck. I asked what happened, again without reply. She stood quiet for so long, and it wasn't the norm coming from her. I started to get uneasy, shortly after. She wasn't talking she wasn't humming, and I could barely hear her breathe. It felt like she wasn't breathing at all. Not even a chest movement.

I decided to call an ambulance, I was worried about her, and she didn't even felt alright. The ambulance had arrived, and still there was no movement from her. Static, like when she sat on the couch. They took her off to the hospital and told me it was better to catch some sleep as the time they've arrived was already two in the morning, and that it was best for me to not go. I went back to our room, undressed, and got myself in bed. Again, this uneasy feel got back. Probably because I was too used to sleep with her that I forgot how to sleep alone. As I was trying to sleep, I heard various noises, coming from the outside. Unusual voices, at least to me since normally at this time I would be sleeping already, or listen to Jenny's moans before she would climax.

I fell asleep shortly after the outside noises vanished. I woke up, with, again, an uneasy feel. Not only because she wasn't there, but also because I had no sheets on my bed. It was awkward, because sleeping without them with this weather conditions was tremendously hard.

I got up and noticed I was late for work and decided to call my boss I wasn't going. "My wife's in the hospital and I don't even know what the diagnostic is all about, so if you don't mind me, I'm taking the day off. I can compensate with hours, or just take it off the salary in the end of the month.", I told him. He was kind enough and he said he would give me the day. We had been friends for awhile now, and he knew how my relationship with Jenny was. So I decided to call to the hospital to know anything about her, despite all my efforts they weren't answering. It was weird, for sure but not too bothersome as probably as it should be. And so I noticed there wasn't anything in the house. Not food at least, and so I took off to the mall and went to buy food and some other stuff to entertain myself with.

I with ended up having lunch with a friend I had found there. I had salmon, to which I hadn't eaten in very long while. To its end, a coffee and a scotch, accompanied by a cigarette made up my lunch.

As I was heading back home, I found this girl on the sidewalk. She was hurt, so I decided to help her, since, oddly enough, there was no one else in the street. I took her back home with me, allowed her to have a shower. She took some of Jenny's unused clothes. She probably wouldn't notice and they fit on this girl. I have no idea what happened to her though, but when she came back downstairs, she was scared, terrified by something. Like she had seen something unusual in a normal house. So, in a rush, she left whilst politely thanking me for everything. I took her clothes to the trash and took it out.

I went to have a meal, as I was used to eat at this time, everyday. It was sixteen thirty. The time felt like it wasn't passing by. My phone rang, with an unknown number to my knowledge on its  the display. I answered, and it was from the hospital. "Good afternoon sir, I hereby would like to inform you everything's alright with your wife now, and you may come visit her for the next three days from seventeen o'clock to eitheen thirty. She will be leaving in four days, at ten thirty a.m. and we would kindly like to see you here, if possible."."Of course, and thank you, that's great news.". Soon, came the night. I was excited, as the visiting schedule would match my work time. I work in an office from eight to five, as a tech-head. A programmer, to be more precise.

So I finished eating dinner to the company of the TV playing my favourite show, Genius. I went to my room, to have my night of sleep. I undressed, and opened the wardrobe to put my clothes in it. As a "unusual" surprise, I fiound, what seemed like to be, my wife, disemboweled and the limbs were separated from the body. Yet it all seemed so fake, like it was joke. The limbs and body were realistic, but not accurate. Although the face was very accurate, to which was the most odd thing about it. I'm not sure either if the blood used was real or not, but surely a bad prank. I decided to trash it out, and noticed the limbs weren't real. Too jelly for a normal one and didn't have bones either. The head felt like brick or something heavy and thick.

I went to sleep and couldn't stop thinking about it. The image of my actual wife inside the wardrobe, in pieces. I managed to find my way through it and fall asleep. Although I had dreamt of it, and most awkwardly, me being the one doing it. I woke up amidst the night because of that nightmare, with the uneasy noises from the street. I heard a gunshot this time. Everything went down after the shot, and ended up having my rest.

I woke up at seven and had my morning routine. Shower, dress up, have breakfast and go to work. Except, today I had the company of blood on my counters when I was having breakfast. I'm sure this was real blood this time. But if there was only one gunshot last night, and it came from the street, then how come is it in my house? I tried to proceed as normally as I could, despite all the anomalies, and cleaned it up before leaving.

I had a full day of work ahead and soon to be started. After work, to which only the norm happened, I went to see my wife. She was back to whom she was before we had our fight, with the exception of memory. She had lost it and didn't remember who I was. "John! Don't you remember me?", to which she responded negatively.

The three days went by so fast I hadn't noticed. They all had the same routine, wake up, work, hospital and sleep, and I ended up losing track until I found myself on the day she would be leaving. I went to pick her up, as it was requested by the hospital. She came with me, with the feel she knew me. It felt amazing seeing her, as it was like the first time. We did talk, but she felt like a different person, probably due to the memory loss, although it felt like she partially knew me. "Would you like to go have dinner out?". "Are you asking me on a date?", she asked, chuckling. I denied, to make it sound more friendly whilst not rushing things. I wanted her to be mine again, but to get that, I would have to make her fall for me, like I did. At the restaurant, she told me she had to go to the bathroom. She didn't come back. I felt really bad, like I had done something wrong. I went back home after a small search for her around the city, but without luck. I didn't find her outside, but I did find her again in the wardrobe. But this time, the "mannequin" was different. There was more blood this time, or more realistic fake blood, to which I couldn't tell whether. Everything else was more realistic this time. It probably was someone killed, but why the choice of the same place?

I decided to report to the police. I knew it wasn't her there, but I was pretty sure someone was playing games with me.

The police had left, with whomever was in my wardrobe. In the meantime I started to look for some security cameras and alarms for the house. The weeks that came out after were quiet. No new games, no blood inside my house, no Jenny. I had gotten a phonecall from the police stating that the body they took wasn't Jenny's, but someone that actually looked like her. So maybe someone was trying to frame me.

I ended up getting a security alarm and a couple cameras for the house last week. A month had passed since I had gotten the security plan, that ended up failing me on that day. A new body had arrived, in the fridge.

This time there was no blood, as it probably had dried out. It was a completely different person. She had squared like type of face, unlike Jenny's oval one. The more dead bodies that were appearing at my house the more freaked out it was leaving me. I was running out of ideas to what to do.

More months passed by. I had never felt time passing by so fast before, and wish I wasn't going through this. I couldn't go to work anymore. I couldn't leave the house to get something to eat. It felt like the person behind all this was trying to destroy my life, and they were accomplishing it.

One night, I woke up and had to go grab a glass of water. I saw blood drooling from the wardrobe before I could leave the bedroom. There was a lower arm, holding a paper. The fingers were stapled in a way that made it look like it was holding the paper. In the paper, I could read: "Thinking of heating up some food?" The words were bloody, but it was a perfect read, but I don't see the point of this. I ended up checking the kitchen but there was nothing on the stove, and checked the oven.

There was a head inside, equal to Jenny's. Too equal to seem a fake, or another lookalike. Inbetween the lips, there was a very small white tip. I pushed it, reading on the paper, "Feels a bit hot in her, don't you think?". I could only think of something cold, and it lead me to the fridge. I checked the freezer first as it was the coldest place, to find a foot inside. I wonder who would do such thing. The foot was frozen and so was the paper on the bottom of it. I waited a few hours for it to unfreeze. I could read "Down" with an arrow beneath it. I went for the fridge, and there was another hand. No staples this time, just a hand inside a jar, with what I'm guessing bodily fluids.

He, or she, really wanted me to get that note, or it felt like it. I opened the jar, and put my hand inside. It felt like jelly, shape-wise. It read "Not here".

I put some thought before any sudden action. I remembered I have a basement with a refrigerator, and I payed it a visit. In the basement, I found the rest of the limbs, and inside the refrigerator there was the actual body. A naked woman's body. It had a cut with some stitches on the belly. I was unsure whether it would lead to the stomach or the womb. I took out the body, and it was engraved on it "Open me? :)".
The smile was creepy, but I did. I unstapled the cut, and inside the body, it was triangle shaped hollow, being my guess, the womb.  I found another note.

I grabbed it, ripping it, as it probably was stapled, and there was a photograph of a female. I have no idea whom she was. I could only thinking how could someone bypass my security system and have no footage recorded. I came to realise there was no one else but me to blame. I could only be the one doing this. But how's or why? Was I going crazy? Another me felt like it was slowly showing to take its place. I didn't want to be this, but insanity already had started proven me it was going to stay. This other side of me I called monster is now who I have become.

I decided to go to the police and let them know of my "missing" wife. I gave all the details I could, and left. At night time, I went in search of that female in the photo. I had to know everything about her before any move. We met. Days. Weeks. Months. A year went by. She used to sleep in my bed. Now she's in my backyard. I could still hear her screams in my dreams, but that's all of what's left of her.