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

Two years ago, my wife, Sarah, and I moved into our dream home. It was a large, beautiful house that we’d been looking at for a very long time. We got it for somewhat cheap because it was in pretty crappy condition, but we both work from home and realized, hey, now we have a project to work on together when we're not busy, an activity we could enjoy together, because we had saved up enough money to not have to worry about working for a while. We started with cleaning, and the very first day, I caught Sarah peeking at me from behind the refrigerator. When she saw me looking she scampered out of view and I heard her giggling. I chuckled and called out, “You know I can see your feet.” She scampered out and did a little curtsey. “Did I scare you?” she asked. I shook my head and said, “No. Why are you hiding? What game are we playing?” Sarah smiled and said, “I don’t know. I thought it was a fun idea. It’s not a game. It’s just something I’m doing.” I furrowed my eyebrows, but she was already gone, scampering behind the island in the middle of the kitchen with a grin on her face. I remember being a little confused, but figures, hey, we just moved into our first home. Maybe she’s excited. Maybe she’s just being a little weird. I shook my head and went back to work. Over the next couple of days, Sarah would continue to hide and peek at me, but then stop and come help me with what I was doing. By the fourth day, it had mostly stopped. I figured in the thrill of the move, she was excited. It’d been a few months since we’d moved in and it had completely blown over until one day when I was in the kitchen, midnight, getting something to eat. I had just opened the refrigerator when I heard a family of raccoons clattering out of it. I jumped, and as I turned to see what the hell was happening, I heard a laugh and she was standing there. I realized she had been hiding in the refrigerator, waiting for me to come to it because this was a repeated thing that she would do, especially in the first few months. Sometimes I’d catch her hiding in the dryer or dishwasher, especially if she heard me coming to look inside. I’d be sitting in an armchair and all of a sudden it would shift because Sarah had crawled underneath it. For the first year of living here, she was everywhere. All the time. I’d be cooking dinner when I saw her peeking over the top of the refrigerator at me. She’d be hiding in the sink, and she’d stick her face out of the faucet and peek at me. I’d be sitting at my desk when I felt something in my hair, and it would be Sarah’s fingers. I started to get used to it, but I never got over how strange it was. It’s something I’ve never really encountered before, and I sort of hated how it made me feel like I couldn’t even be alone in the house. I constantly felt like I was being watched, but I’d grown so used to her antics that I never found them scary. I never found her actions threatening. Although there were a few times I thought I was losing my mind. Like when Sarah’s hand was reaching around from behind me as I was sitting on the toilet. I looked and it was just her fingers barely reaching around the toilet paper roll. Other times I’d be sitting in bed and I’d see her shadow peeking out of the darkness. I’d shine my phone on it and it would be gone. This was an ongoing thing, and I know it sounds like I was going crazy and I did think this for a little while, but Sarah had only grown more brazen in her methods. She had started hiding in the ceiling. Some nights I’d be sitting in bed and I’d hear her walking around above me. I know it’s weird, and I’ve never encountered this before. But I’d grown to accept it, and honestly, sometimes it was fun. All in all, this was an ongoing thing. It wasn’t until the other night that things had changed and all the fun was gone. It started with Sarah’s demeanor. It was the first night we got to sit down and finally watch a movie together. We’d been working on the house for two years, but now we finally had everything put together, and we had time to relax. I sat down on the couch, turning on *The Goonies*, an old favorite of ours. I turned around to hand Sarah a glass of wine, and she was sitting about six or seven feet behind me. She was sitting on the floor with her legs spread open, her elbows on her knees, and she was just staring at me. The look on her face was unblinking. She didn’t look happy or upset. She just looked like she was studying me Recently, I had grown less used to Sarah hiding and peeking at me when it would happen because it was so infrequent. It had been almost three months since she’d last done it, but here she was, and she was there almost the entire movie, never moving. It was a little unnerving. The whole time I could feel her staring at me, and I wondered if something was wrong with her. When the movie was over, I turned to her and I said, “Hey, is everything okay? You okay?” She looked at me and blinked and smiled, and all of a sudden she was back to her normal self. She said, “Yeah, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with me.” I said, “Is everything okay? Is there something wrong?” But she just shook her head and said, “I don’t know, but I’m okay.” I figured she was just having a bad night, but over the last few days, she’s been hiding again. It’s constant. It started with me hearing footsteps in the hall, but I was the only person in the house. I’d go out into the hallway, and no one would be there. I’d be sitting at my desk, and the floor would creak. I’d turn around, and there’d be no one there. I was standing in the kitchen, and I saw Sarah peeking at me from around the corner of the hallway, her unblinking smile stretching across her face, and as I looked, she scampered off, and I didn’t see her for the rest of the day. It was fun at first, but as the days went by, it just became terrifying. I never felt alone. I never felt like I could relax. Yesterday, I was in the bath, and as I looked up, I saw Sarah’s face in the water, her smile stretching all the way across, and her eyes looking up at me. I screamed, and when I looked again, she was gone. I got out of the tub and ran through the house, calling out for her. I couldn’t find her anywhere. It was like she had vanished. But I can hear her all over the house. I hear the creaking of the floors. I hear her running down the hallway. I’ve locked myself in our bedroom, but every once in a while, I’ll hear the doorknob jiggling as though someone was trying to get in. I called my friend, Alex, and told him what’s going on. He insisted that I call the police because it didn’t sound like my wife anymore. I refused. I argued with him, and he said he was going to come over to check in on us. I told him no, but he said, “It’s not up to you.” As if on cue, I heard the front door open. I heard a voice. “Sarah! Richard! It’s Alex. I’m in the kitchen. I’m going to look around the house.” I heard the sound of footsteps walking throughout the house. Doors opening and closing. I heard him call out, “Sarah! Oh my god, Sarah! What the fuck? Richard, come down here. Oh my god. Richard, come down here.” I heard him puking, and I opened the door and came down. I walked into the kitchen, and it was a mess. There was blood everywhere. Alex was puking in the sink. I rounded the island and the floor opened up beneath me. It was a hole, and it was deep. It was maybe eight feet deep, and I fell to the bottom of it, landing on my ankle. I cried out in pain as I looked up and I saw Alex looking down at me. I heard him say, “Holy shit, Richard. What the fuck?” I looked around me and I realized I was in our garage. I had no idea how they connected. I crawled through the garage and I opened the door. As I rounded the corner, I saw our front door open. I walked towards it, and as I approached, it slammed closed. I opened it, and I stepped outside, and that was when I finally saw her. Sarah was sitting on the porch swing. She was facing away from me, and she didn’t turn

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

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