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

I’m infatuated with her. Utterly infatuated. I was captured by her beauty the moment I laid eyes on her. Her eyes so blue and vibrant they seemed to reflect the sky on a clear summers day, her lips so red and luscious that they seemed to bleed, her skin so fair and soft it looked as if it would shatter under my touch. But it was when she spoke to me that I was truly hooked. Her voice was so melodic, her tone so sweet and endearing. It stopped me in my tracks and hooked my heart and mind. I was in love with her almost immediately, and she with me. That was 3 years ago, and we’ve been together ever since. And despite my woodworking mates trying to convince me to break up with her and start seeing other girls, I just can’t. I’m so in love with this woman it’s unbearable. We live in my grandparents farm together, on a little plot of land in the middle of nowhere. It was perfect, and we were happy. That is, until she started talking in her sleep. At first it was normal. She’d just say random words or mumble something indistinctly. But then it started to get worse. She’d say things that I couldn’t quite catch, but sounded like full sentences. Things like “why would you think that?” or “no, not again”. It was as if she was having a full on conversation with somebody. So I got out of bed one night and walked over to her side and said “who are you talking to?” When I awoke the next morning I had one hell of a headache, I was weak and dazed and I couldn’t even walk straight. I had no idea what had happened, all I knew was that I was on the floor in the living room and it was daylight. “Hey, you OK?” my girlfriend groggily asked, rubbing my temples. “You had a seizure last night. I had to call an ambulance and you were taken to the hospital, but they let you out not too long ago and I brought you back home. You don’t remember any of that?” I didn’t. In fact, the last thing I remembered was going to bed. “Listen-” she interrupted. “I know this is gonna be hard to hear, but you kind of had a bit of a sissy fight last night. I don’t even know how to describe it. When you came over to talk to me you just...lost your balance or something, I don’t know. You fell over and hit your head on the nightstand and you started convulsing. It was pretty scary to be honest.” She slipped under the covers and nestled up to me. “But don’t worry, you’re fine now. The doctors said you’re all cleared, you just had a bit of a headache. It’s gone now right?” I thought for a second, I didn’t feel any pain at all. But something still didn’t feel right. “You’re sure that’s all it is?” I asked. “Of course! They wouldn’t send you home if you were in bad shape. I’m just glad you’re OK, I was scared for a minute there.” She squeezed me hard and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Of course she was right, why would the doctors send me home if I was in bad shape? I was just being paranoid. But the thing is, the same thing that happened to me has happened many times since, and each time it’s happened, my girlfriend has acted as if it hasn’t, as if *she* is the one who has lost her memory. As if I’m somehow delusional and making it all up. Except I *know* I’m not. Because I remember the first time it happened, the first time I caught her. It was in the middle of the day, and we were sitting on the couch watching a movie. She was sitting on the left side of the couch, and I on the right, and I was fiddling with her long black hair absentmindedly. “I’m going to get a glass of water,” she said. “You want one?” “No, thanks.” I turned my attention back to the movie, and after the passing of 5-10 minutes I turned over to her to see if she had come back, but she hadn’t. I got up and started looking for her, and after searching the entire house and not finding her, I started to get worried. I was about to go outside and call for her, but I didn’t have to. I heard her voice. “Of course I want to! I think we’ve waited long enough.” I followed the sound of her voice, and found her in our bedroom, sitting on the bed and just talking. But nobody else was there. “Are you sure? Are you ready?” I cleared my throat to announce my presence, and she turned around. Soon, her eyes stopped glazing over and she focussed on me. “Oh, hey.” She said. “What were you doing?” I was taken back. “Were you just talking to somebody?” “Of course not. There’s nobody here.” She got up from the bed and walked over to me. “Did you think somebody was in here?” I was so confused I didn’t know what to say. I *could* have sworn she was talking to somebody, and that she had looked right at me when she turned around, but her expression hadn’t changed when she focussed on me. “Yea, I could have sworn you were talking to somebody.” I said. “Well, there’s nobody here. Maybe you should get some rest.” I didn’t even fight her on it. I was that confused. But as the days went on, I started catching her more and more. And it got worse and worse. She’d start saying the most horrible, disturbing things, over and over again. “I know you’re my only hope.” “I know you’re my only hope.” “I know you’re my only hope.” Or “No, not that!” “No, not that!” “No, not that!” As if she was being faced with some terrible choice she didn’t want to make, and was trying to convince whoever it was that there was another way. But every time I would try and confront her on these things, she would deny it. And the same thing would happen every time, I’d get this terrible headache and lose all recollection of the day. As if I was the one going crazy. I was just so confused and I didn’t know what to do. I knew that something was wrong with her, but she seemed perfectly normal, and when she talked to me she was as sweet as ever. I didn’t want to think that she was somehow trying to trick me, because I loved her. But the things she was saying were getting worse and worse. “Please, not him. I’d kill myself.” “Please, not him. I’d kill myself.” “Please, not him. I’d kill myself.” Or “No! Please, not that! Anything!” “No! Please, not that! Please, not that! Anything!” And every time I’d go through the same thing. Lost memories. Headaches. Confusion. Until one day, I think she slipped up. She was in the bathroom, and she was talking. I couldn’t quite catch what she was saying, and I didn’t want to announce my presence, so I stood there. “But I have to.” She said. Soon, her tone became desperate. “Please, I have to. Not him, please. Oh *god*, what am I going to do?” I was about to say something, but I stopped myself. I wanted to hear what she had to say. “Why would you make me do this?” She started crying. “Of course I love him more.” I heard the shower turn on. “Fine.” She said. Should I announce myself? Should I just leave? I decided to leave. This was the most I had ever heard her say, and there was no use in ruining it. I tip-toed out the door and closed it silently. I didn’t see her for the rest of the day. I think she went into her room after her shower because she didn’t want to talk to me. But the next morning, she acted as if nothing had happened. And that’s when I got it. I was starting to think she was right, and that I was the one going crazy. That none of this had happened. But then I remembered the words. “Of course I love him more.” And I knew I wasn’t crazy. Because the only man she loved more than me was my father. And he was dead. I’m starting to think that something is wrong with her. Something bad. Something terrible. And I’m starting to think she’s trying to trick me. I just don’t know what to do. But I think I have an idea.

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

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