How I found my father in law in the trunk of my car.

This is a convoluted story, and an uncomfortable one. I have even thought about it as a joke/paranoid delusion, but the impact it had on my life is too overwhelming to ignore the fact that I considered my own husband dangerous. I will not be sharing any personal info for obvious reasons, but I will do my best to recount the details of this event in an organized way. <br>Even though this is a convoluted story, I did not exaggerate any details. As my discretion is very important to me, I have only shared this with a handful of people, and I am now sharing it with you. <br><br>When my husband and I first met, I was in college. He had already graduated with a degree in business, and he started his own business that expanded very rapidly. I, on the other hand, could barely talk to someone I didn’t know without going bright red in the face. I was the stereotypical “nerd” and also a goth. I attempted to pursue my degree in law but can you guess how well that was going for me? Let’s just say my career path was very different from my husband’s. <br>We were married after only 5 moths and settled down in my hometown. I stayed home, and he worked long hours to expand his enterprise. After a year of marriage, I was more than ready to have kids. To my husband’s dismay, I got pregnant almost immediately. It was the most magical time of my life. We had a beautiful baby girl, and we were honestly as happy as we could be. <br><br>Just before I had our daughter, he had a brother. I put that in quotation marks because he was not his biological brother. His father had an affair with a woman (let’s call her Jessica) that lasted until his death. Jessica had a son who they both raised from birth. I was already his brother’s adult friend when he and I got together. My husband’s brother (brother) never really had a difficult time with his father’s infidelity, but my husband was never able to cope. I had never even seen the man angry. He controlled his emotions better than most people I knew. It was honestly a relief that the man was dead, and we could live a happy life. <br><br>He was even happier when our daughter was born. He did not have a close relationship with his brother, but he had a very special bond with his daughter. <br><br>One morning before work, I was getting some breakfast in the kitchen. He was sitting at the island, checking his phone. Very out of character, he looked up at me, and I saw tears in his eyes. The level of shock I felt was overwhelming. He was obviously shaken. He showed me a post on Facebook that was shared by his brother. It was my father-in-law’s obituary. I was obviously very confused. He had been dead for 3 years. I pulled out my phone and checked the same post. It was very different. It was announcing his death and funeral. It included the location of the funeral and his brother’s message of remembrance. I was crying, and my husband was crying. I asked him how it was possible that the man was alive? He said he was going to go talk to his brother. He said he wanted to know why he would start a lie like this. He left the house, and I didn’t see him until that evening. <br><br>I was pacing back and forth, waiting for him to call me. I finally decided to call him and see if he was ok. He answered and explained that his brother was not at home. He said he was driving around looking for him, but he hadn’t seen him. He said he was going to continue to look and asked if I could stay home with our baby. I mentioned that my mom was watching the baby, so it wasn’t a problem. I asked if I could come with him. He insisted that it was better if he went alone, and said that he wanted me to stay home with the baby. He said his brother was probably in danger and he didn’t want me to be involved. He said if I could put his mind at ease, and stay home with the baby, that he would be forever grateful. He seemed so scared and lost. I agreed to stay home, and I did. I sat on the bed and waited for him to come home. I was in complete disbelief and terrified. <br><br>A few hours later, I decided that it was unreasonable for me to believe this lie. His father had been dead for years. I would have known if he was alive. I must have been dreaming. I got off the bed, and I went down to the kitchen to make something to eat. I looked at the spot where he had been sitting on the island when he showed me the post. I smiled. It was a funny thing to imagine. But then I got a chill. It wasn’t something that I imagined. That did happen. I got up from the island and walked over to where we parked our cars. We have enough property to park in front of the house, but we would normally park in the garage. This day, I had parked in front of the house. Something compelled me to do so. <br><br>My husband has always been a very handsome man, and he was always very good with people. He carried himself with confidence. We had our differences, but he was a very kind and caring person, even if he wasn’t very open. My husband had a very close relationship with his brother. They had been friends since childhood. We would spend all our holidays together. <br><br>I walked over to my car and gently caressed the hood. As I gazed over the car, I noticed that the brake lights were on. I got excited thinking that my husband had come home. I looked at the garage, and then I looked back at the car. It was still there. I saw a head in the driver’s seat, but it was not my husband. The head of an older man with grey hair was staring at me. I was so shocked. I didn’t even scream. I froze. The man turned his head and looked at me. I saw that it was my father-in-law. <br><br>I came back to life. I gasped for air. I didn’t know what to do. I was in shock, and I was also terrified. I didn’t know if my husband was dangerous. I didn’t know if my father-in-law was dangerous. I didn’t know what to do. I walked back inside and shut the door. I stood right behind the door, shaking violently. It was a few minutes before I had the strength to walk away. <br>I remember the details of the rest of my journey as if it were just a dream. It was surreal. Remembering it gives me a similar feeling. <br><br>I walked through the house and made sure that the doors and windows were locked. I checked every closet and room, and I made sure that my daughter was safe. When I was satisfied that we were alone in the house, I called my husband. <br><br>“Hey.” He said. “How are you holding up? I found out that my brother is in Portland. He’s in some trouble. I’m gonna go up there. Most likely, I will be back tomorrow. But don’t worry, if you get scared you can call your mom.”<br><br>“No.” I said, “I’m scared right now. I need you to come home.” <br><br>There was a pause before he spoke. “What’s going on?”<br><br>“There’s someone in my car.”<br><br>“Please tell me you’re joking.” <br><br>“No. I’m not joking. That’s why I need you to come home. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what to do. But I need you to come home.” <br><br>“Of course.” <br><br>He hung up the phone. <br><br>I sat on the bed and waited. I felt like I was waiting for hours, but I think it was only 30 minutes. I heard him pull into the driveway, and my stomach dropped. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and honestly, I still don’t know. I sat on the bed and waited for him to come to me. <br><br>But he didn’t come to me. He went outside to the car. I could see from my window. He opened my car door and dragged my father-in-law out of the car. He then carried him to our garage, put the body in the trunk, and closed the garage door. <br><br>I sat on the bed until the police came to the house. They asked me where my husband and his father were, and I didn’t know what to say. The police left, and an ambulance came to the house. They took my husband to the hospital. He was dead. <br><br>Apparently, when my husband carried his father to the garage, he had already lost a lot of blood. My husband had gnawed a hole in the inside of his cheek, and he was bleeding to death. His father was already dead. But the police were not looking for him. They were looking for my husband’s brother. He was the one who reported him missing, and his body was found in my car. <br><br>His brother did not kill him, but he kidnapped him and tortured him. He killed him in my car, and he put the body in the trunk. He had been calling my husband the whole time he was holding him, telling him what he was doing. That’s why my husband was so upset. He heard his father’s screams over the phone. <br><br>His brother spent most of his childhood with my husband. My husband and his brother did everything together. He would stay with them for weeks at a time. It was a normal part of his life. <br><br>When my husband’s father had an affair, he became friends with the daughter of