My wife has been peeking at me from around corners and behind furniture. It’s gone from weird to terrifying

Our house is a two-story, wood and concrete monstrosity. It’s huge, and was relatively cheap. Where I live, you don’t get huge houses. Even the nice ones are more or less crammed against each other, with very little space in between. It’s not uncommon to hear the neighbors shouting through the walls, or a kid having a total meltdown because they don’t want to eat their dinner.<br><br>But not at our house. It’s out in the middle of nowhere. Our closest neighbors live a few miles away, and I can’t even see their house from where I am. In fact, there’s so little here that the nearest grocery store is a Walmart that’s about half an hour away. <br><br>It’s not the greatest location, but the house is huge, and my wife and I got a great deal on it. We were even able to hire someone to watch our 3-year-old daughter while we’re at work, and still have some money left over to go on a nice vacation every once in a while. <br><br>So that’s where we are now; on vacation. About 2 hours from our house, at some fancy beachside place that rented out their condos. And I’m telling you all this, so you can understand where I’m coming from. I know that this story isn’t going to sound very believable, and probably not very coherent. I just want you to understand that I’m not the type of guy that usually sees ghosts, or has anything particularly weird happen to him. I’m just a normal guy that had a really, really strange experience. <br><br>It started off relatively harmlessly. As the title says, my wife has been peeking at me from around corners, out of the windows, and behind the furniture. It’s not really scary, but it’s annoying. She knows it creeps me out, and she still keeps doing it. In fact, she’s been doing it more frequently this last week or so. <br><br>At first, I thought she was just fucking around. Like she was trying to play a joke on me. But she denied it each time that I caught her. <br><br>I think she also knows that I’m beginning to worry about her. She has a history of mental illness (something You’ll need to know if you’re going to understand this story), and she recently switched her antidepressants. Whenever she switches her medications, it always takes a few adjustments to get the dosage right. It’s usually a few weeks of her being totally depressed, or anxious, or sometimes even paranoid.<br><br>This time though, it was different. For the last two weeks, she’s been overly cheerful. Like, overly cheerful. I’ll be watching TV, and then I’ll look over and boom, there she is, with this huge grin on her face. I’ll be taking a shower, and boom! She’s in there with me, her smiling face inches away from my face. And not once has she admitted to playing a joke on me.<br><br>So I got worried. I asked her to go back to her old medicine, and I made an appointment at her doctors office. We were going to have her switch back, and then she was going to go into therapy. I could tell that she didn’t like the idea, but she reluctantly agreed. <br><br>That was a few nights ago. We’re scheduled to go in on Monday. <br><br>But while we were waiting for the appointment, things just got scarier and scarier.<br><br>I’d be walking down the hall, and I’d see her face popping out of a doorway. I’d look over, and she’d be gone. I’d be in the kitchen, and I’d catch her staring at me through a window. I’d go into a room, and I’d catch her peeking over the back of the couch at me. <br><br>I was going to wait until Monday, but I finally had enough when I woke up two nights ago to find her staring at me. I shook her to try to wake her up, and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, telling me that she was just coming to bed. She didn’t even try to play it off like a joke. She just tried to pretend like everything was normal.<br><br>But that night, I woke up again. This time, I felt a light weight on my bed. I opened my eyes to find my wife sitting on my bed, about three quarters of the way across the bed. She was looking at me, but her eyes were blank. It was exactly the same way she looked when we got married, and she was on her anxiolytics. It was like she was dead. And then, she just stood up, and walked out of the room.<br><br>The next night, things escalated. I woke up several times, because every time, she was closer. I’d shake her again, and she’d pretend to be scared, and ask me what was wrong. But every time she came back, she’d be just a little bit closer. It got to the point where she was right on top of me, and I could feel her warm breath on my face. <br><br>I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I just kept pretending to, and she’d sit next to me and stare at me. The whole time, I had my hand over my mouth, to stop from screaming. And I was terrified that she’d see my eyes were open. <br><br>I finally got up when she went into the kitchen, and called my sister. I told her everything, and she said that it sounded like a side effect of a medicine she took for a while. The medicine was a mood stabilizer, and it had made her sleep walk, and do things in her sleep that she didn’t remember. My wife has been diagnosed as bipolar with psychotic episodes, so it made a lot of sense. <br><br>My sister almost didn’t believe me when I told her that I hadn’t gone to her doctor with this. I guess looking at it now, it’s pretty dumb. But I didn’t want to just accuse her of something that I wasn’t totally sure of. <br><br>I scheduled an emergency appointment with her doctor for today. In the morning, I woke her up, and we got our daughter packed and loaded into the car. I told my wife where we were going, and she started to panic. She said that she was too tired, and that she needed to be at work. I told her I didn’t care, and that I was taking her. She had a total meltdown, and then I started getting worried that she was going to infect our daughter. So I took our daughter to my sisters house, and then I went back to my own house. <br><br>When I got to my house, my wife was gone. I figured that she had gone to work, out of spite. But then I started to look around. She was hiding. She was hiding, and she was watching me. I knew it. <br><br>So I hummed a little tune, and tried to go about my normal day. But I have to admit, I was terrified. I was really, really scared. I walked from room to room, and she was hiding just out of sight. I could feel her. <br><br>I decided to get some lunch, and while I was eating, I called my wife. She didn’t answer, and I left her a voicemail. <br><br>“It’s 1:40. I’m eating lunch, and I’m probably going to go for a walk after that. Just in case you were wondering.”<br><br>I hung up the phone, and I continued to eat. But I didn’t feel as calm as I was trying to pretend. I was still really scared, and I knew that she was still hiding just out of sight.<br><br>After I finished my lunch, I went upstairs, and took a nap. And that’s where I am now; in bed, taking a nap. And I can feel her hiding somewhere in this room. I can feel her. She’s watching me, and waiting for the right time to peek out from wherever she’s hiding. But she knows that I know she’s here. So I don’t know when she’ll peek out again.<br><br>I can feel her, and I know that she’s watching. And I’m just waiting for her to show herself.