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

Our first year of marriage was a honey moon phase. Literally. We spent our first several months together house-hopping. Nestling into a new home for a week or two, getting to know the people and places.亮<br><br>My wife, Niamh, is Irish. She tells me that’s why she has “the sight." <br><br>She says it’s a blessing bestowed upon the Irish. The ability to see into the spiritual realm; communication with the dead; precognition.<br><br>Niamh’s gifts were mostly confined to precognition and seeing things around her that weren’t quite there, which she called the spiritual realm. She said our time spent together on this earth was nothing more than preparing our souls for the spiritual realm.<br><br>I’m American. No such gift has ever been bestowed upon me, and I’m OK with that. <br><br>During our first year of marriage, Niamh kept telling me that she was catching glimpses of shadowy figures in the places that we stayed. She said these shadowy figures were a sign that it was time for us to move on. To a new home. To a new place on this earth.<br><br>Our travels took us to the mountains of Colorado, the swamps of Florida, the coast of California, and all of the cities and towns in between. Every place we stayed was beautiful in its own way, every place held a strange and wondrous story, and every place was home for a short while.<br><br>We never spent more than two months in any of the places that we stayed. Niamh was always catching glimpses of the shadowy figures, which were, apparently, a signal that it was time to leave. <br><br>One day, after a year of traveling the earth, Niamh got a strong feeling of déjà vu. She said that she recognized a road that we had never been on before; that we had turned a corner that we had turned hundreds, maybe thousands, of times before. It was as if her spirit had been down this road at some point in time, even though we hadn’t been on it together as husband and wife.<br><br>Niamh recognized the road, and when we rounded a slight bend in the road, we saw it. Our future home. Our perfect little home. <br><br>It was nestled at the foot of a hill that sloped downward into a green valley. The house was small, and surrounded by trees. There was a small stream that ran through the property, babbling and chattering away like an excited child. There was plenty of gardenable land, and a small patch of forest that separated our property from our neighbor. <br><br>It was the perfect place, Niamh said. <br><br>So we settled in. We started a garden, worked on the house, explored the woods, fished in the stream. Life was good.<br><br>But then, just after we finished unpacking, Niamh started peeking at me from around corners. It was strange, and it made me uncomfortable. <br><br>I would be walking down a hallway, and catch a glimpse of her face peeking at me from around a corner. As if she was playing a game of hide-and-seek with me. <br><br>At first, it didn’t bother me. In fact, I found it cute - the way she was hiding from me and then quickly popping out of hiding to peek at me. <br><br>But then, it started happening more frequently. It was like she was hiding from me and then quickly popping out of hiding to peek at me, over and over and over again. <br><br>And then, one day, I caught her peeking at me from behind a piece of furniture. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book. I heard the sound of a book falling from the bookcase that was positioned beside the couch. <br><br>When I turned to see what the noise was, I saw Niamh’s face peeking out from behind the bookcase. It was as if she had been hiding behind the bookcase, and was using the bookcase as cover as she peeked out at me.<br><br>That was weird.<br><br>I asked her what she was doing, hiding and peeking. Her response was that she wasn’t hiding and peeking at me; she was practicing hiding and peeking from Them. <br><br>I asked who They were. She said They were the spiritual beings that roamed the spiritual realm. She said that the shadowy figures that she had seen in all of the places that we stayed were merely messengers for Them. She said that They were watching us - or, rather, her - at all times, and that she needed to practice hiding from Them. <br><br>I thought that this was a little strange, but I was happy to have finally found a home with my wife, and so I didn’t question her further. <br><br>The hiding and peeking went on for months, and months turned into a year. Our marriage was happy, despite the hiding and peeking, and we didn’t let it come between us. <br><br>But then, one day, Niamh stopped hiding and peeking at me. <br><br>That was three months ago. It’s made me nervous, to say the least. <br><br>I haven’t mentioned it to her, but I’m getting a little worried. The hiding and peeking was strange, granted, but it became a sort of comforting routine. <br><br>I miss the comfort. <br><br>Last night, I woke up to the sound of our front door opening and closing. It was around 2:00 a.m. I know because I looked at the alarm clock beside my bed. <br><br>I got out of bed and walked to the front door. Niamh was standing in the front doorway, just inside the threshold of the house. She looked pale, and was shivering. <br><br>I asked her where she had gone. She said that she hadn’t gone anywhere; she had merely stepped outside for a moment. <br><br>I asked her why. She said that she needed to get something. <br><br>I asked what that something was. She said she had gotten it, and that everything was OK. <br><br>I went back to bed, but didn’t fall asleep right away. <br><br>As I lay there, waiting to fall asleep, I started thinking that it had been a while since Niamh had last hidden from me and peeked out at me. <br><br>I started to feel a little nervous. I started thinking about the shadowy figures. I started thinking about Them. <br><br>Suddenly, I felt a presence in the room. As if someone - or something - had entered the room while I was lying there. <br><br>I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. So I turned to look at it. <br><br>That’s when I saw her. Niamh. Bunched up into a little ball; hiding behind a chair that sat in the corner of the room. <br><br>I asked her what she was doing. There was no answer. <br><br>I asked her to come out from behind the chair, to come back to bed. There was still no answer. <br><br>So I got out of bed, and approached the chair. Niamh’s beady little eyes were staring straight up at me, and I could see the whites of them from where I stood. It was the creepiest thing I had ever seen. <br><br>“Niamh,” I said. “What are you doing?” <br><br>And that’s when, without warning, she darted out from her hiding position and scurried across the floor, disappearing into the shadows of the room. <br><br>I was shocked, and I don’t know what else to do. I’m going to try to talk with her in the morning. I just can’t shake the feeling that They’re getting ready to make Their move.