Susan woke up hearing a shriek from the next room. She turned around to see her husband fast asleep. She was amazed how he hadn’t heard the shriek. He was actually a light sleeper unlike her.
She got off the bed and rushed to the next room. Sarah was sitting up on the bed with her legs folded inside her, her arms wrapped around her knees, head buried. She was shrieking still.
“What happened what happened”, Susan asked her younger sister as she held her by her shoulders shaking her slightly. “Over there”, the sister pointed towards the corner of room behind the curtains, her fingers trembling with fear. She saw the shadow of a man with something in his hands. In a flash Susan was on to the the man as she yanked the curtain open to see her own husband standing there. He had a silk stole in his hand and glint of pure evil in his eyes. “Surprise surprise”, he smiled as he began to strangle her with the stole.
Susan woke up with a start. Her husband was peering over her face. “You had a bad dream honey?” He asked as he softly stroked her forehead. She looked blankly at him and then put her arms around him. She shut her eyes and he kissed her forehead and then turned his back to go back to sleep.
Susan stared at the photo of Sarah by her bedside. It had been five years since the night Sarah was found dead, hanging by the silk stole.
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