My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I used to think there was nothing strange about Tanya’s sleep talking. She would just say random words or short sentences that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Mainly about food, animals or body parts. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>*Can I have some honey please?* ×3<br><br>*There’s a cat on my roof.* <br><br>*Only your eyes are in focus.* <br><br>These were just a few things she’s said in the past. It was a little strange, but not something I’d never heard of before. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>However, for the past three weeks she’s started saying things that I can’t quite explain. <br><br>We were watching a scary movie when Tanya fell asleep. Her sleep talking was a fairly regular occurrence now, so it didn’t bother me at all. I was pretty used to hearing her mumblings at this point. But tonight was different. Tonight she said something that caught my attention. <br><br>*Don’t think about it.*<br><br>I frowned. *What’s that, babe? Why are you mentioning the movie all of a sudden?* <br><br>*Don’t think about it.* <br><br>This time she seemed more serious. <br><br>*Babe? Tanya? Are you ok?* <br><br>*What I tell you, you must not think about.* <br><br>I sat bolt upright, my palms sweating and my face hot. What was she talking about? I tried to shake it off, thinking it was just a side effect of the movie, but something about her words stuck with me. <br><br>The next night I was woken up by her saying the same thing. It sent a shiver down my spine. Her tone was so serious, and she was starting to scare me. <br><br>*What I tell you, you must not think about.* <br><br>Then she mumbled something else. <br><br>*Mr. White Kittens.* <br><br>*Who’s that?* <br><br>*He’s coming.* <br><br>*Who’s coming, babe? What’s going on?* <br><br>No response. <br><br>\-------------<br><br>Over the next few days I started to notice other phrases that Tanya would often repeat. <br><br>*If you think about it, it will never show itself.* <br><br>*When I wake up tell me you love me.* <br><br>*Don’t think about it.* <br><br>*Don’t think about it.* <br><br>*Don’t think about it.* <br><br>I started to feel like I was going crazy. Was I *forbidden* from thinking about something? What was it that Tanya wanted me to forget? I couldn’t help but feel Tanya was hiding something from me. I tried hard to focus on work rather than her sleep talking, but it was driving me a little crazy. <br><br>She’d never mentioned Mr White Kittens again, thankfully. I don’t think I could handle knowing whatever it was she meant by that name. <br><br>I’ve been foolish enough to Google some of the things that she’s said, but there’s no trace of anything remotely close to what she’s talking about. <br><br>This all happened over a period of time, and Tanya never once said anything about it when she was awake. She had no idea what she was saying. I was too afraid to broach the subject with her, and so I never brought it up. <br><br>Why ruin a happy relationship? <br><br>\-------------<br><br>Yesterday I had an extremely busy day at work. I wasn’t able to pick up Tanya’s birthday cake or the bottle of wine that I promised to bring. I got in around 9:30 and was exhausted, it had been a very long day. <br><br>Tanya was sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone. I flopped onto the chair and sighed. <br><br>*Hey, how was work?* <br><br>Tanya looked up at me. I could see something was wrong. <br><br>*Hey, I’m sorry to say this. I know it’s my birthday and all, but I’ve got a really bad feeling about something. I just think we shouldn’t do anything tonight.* <br><br>I shrugged. *It doesn’t matter. I forgot the cake and wine anyway.* <br><br>Tanya shifted uncomfortably. *I know this might sound weird, but if you hear something tonight, just ignore it.* <br><br>I frowned. *What’s going on? Do I need to call the police or something? Are you in some kind of trouble?* <br><br>Tanya looked at me and smiled a little. *No, I don’t know what I’m talking about. I just feel really uneasy. I think it’s just the drink,* she raised her glass, *but yeah. Just be aware ok?* <br><br>I got the same uneasy feeling that I got whenever Tanya talked in her sleep. It was like cold water running down my spine. <br><br>I shivered and shook my head. *I don’t know what you’re talking about.* <br><br>Tanya was taken aback. *What do you mean you don’t know what I’m talking about? I just told you.* <br><br>I thought about all of the strange sentences she’d mumbled to me for weeks. *What I tell you, you must not think about.* <br><br>I looked into Tanya’s eyes. <br><br>*What I tell you, you must not think about.* <br><br>*What I tell you, you must not think about.* <br><br>*What I tell you, you must not think about.* <br><br>She frowned. *What’s that? Did I say that? Am I *still* sleep talking?* <br><br>I shook my head. *I know what you’re talking about.* <br><br>Tanya stepped forward. *Ethan, how did you know about all this?* <br><br>I laughed. *I know everything.* <br><br>At that moment I heard something. It sounded like a thumping on the walls. <br><br>Tanya’s eyes widened. *See? I told you.* <br><br>I thought back to when Tanya first started talking in her sleep. <br><br>*Don’t think about it.* <br><br>I thought about it. <br><br>*Don’t think about it.* <br><br>I thought about it. <br><br>*Don’t think about it.* <br><br>I thought about it. <br><br>I thought about it. <br><br>I thought about it. <br><br>I thought about it. <br><br>I thought about it.<br><br>I thought about it.