My wife has a pillow that makes her sleep better. The damn thing is terrifying.

My wife bought the pillow after she saw it recommended in a social media ad. At first she was skeptical, but after using it for a night, she swore that it was the real deal. It helped her sleep better than any other pillow she had ever slept on. She could get to sleep faster than ever, and she felt refreshed and recovered every time she got out of bed in the morning. <br><br>I noticed a difference too. She no longer snored, and she barely moved once she got comfortable. Telling her how well it worked for her was very important, since we had been sleeping on the same pillow for years. For some reason I wasn’t allowed to touch the pillow. She also insisted on making sure it was out of sight when she left for work. She would stuff it into the back of the closet, and only take it out when she really needed to. And she never moved it from the bed. It was always on her side, and never on mine. She kept saying she needed to be able to feel protected when she slept. She also kept saying the pillow wouldn’t work if I was in the bed. <br><br>I wasn’t too concerned about the pillow. She didn’t bring it up very much at all, and she only used it once or twice a week. It was a weird thought, but I figured it was just a weird pillow. My biggest problem was that she insisted on keeping it in the closet. That meant she had to take my pillow out of the closet, so the pillow could have its spot. She didn’t spend that much time on it, but she got really annoyed if it wasn’t in the right spot. She never kept it on the bed unless she was actually in the bed. Before we went to bed she would put my pillow in the closet and take her pillow out, all while making sure I didn’t see it. She was very careful not to let anyone else see it at all. She always acted so paranoid about the damn thing, yet she slept like a baby. <br><br>I was more annoyed than I should have been that she had to keep the pillow in the closet. I never thought there was anything wrong with the pillow, I just didn’t like how much emphasis she put on hiding it from me. In the end I was just a guy angry at his wife’s weird habits. I would have had no problem with it if she hadn’t been so paranoid. But she kept going on about how she needed it to survive. She insisted that it was the only thing that made her feel comfortable when it was out. I would always joke that she should let me see it once so I could understand why she was so obsessed with it. She would always just stare at me until I was uncomfortable, and then she would go to sleep. <br><br>My wife is not a morning person. Neither am I, but she’s worse for sure. I’ve learned to let her sleep in, and she’s only gotten worse over time. So I have to get up on my own. It’s not hard for me to wake myself up. It takes a little bit of effort, but I have enough self-discipline to get up on my own. If I had to depend on my wife to wake me up, I would be chronically late for everything. The first time I woke up before her was pretty recent. I don’t know how I was able to wake up, maybe it was a coincidence. But one morning I woke up early, and I was the only one up. My wife was still asleep, sleeping like a baby. <br><br>She had the pillow under her head, and it was one of the most terrifying things I had ever seen. It was a normal white pillow, totally flat like it had been sat on for a while. As I moved closer I saw strings hanging out from the bottom, like someone had cut them off at the last second. It looked like a normal pillow from afar, but it was so much more sinister up close. I should have just ran away, I know that now. I was frozen in place, just staring at that pillow. It was sat under her head, holding it flat against the bed, keeping her completely still. And she was sleeping like a baby. She didn’t even twitch. <br><br>I could smell a disgusting and sweet odor. The pillow reeked of death, or rot. I didn’t know what exactly, but I knew it wasn’t good. It disgusted me, but I had to laugh at how ridiculous it was. She had a pillow that was so important to her she couldn’t sleep without it, yet it was the grossest thing I had ever seen. But at least she could sleep, I thought. I still remember that, because it was the only thing on my mind. Was she sleeping better? Would she wake up happy, refreshed and recovered? Then she moved. She rolled over, and looked at me, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I was so scared, I was barely able to stand still. I had to laugh again, out of nervousness. But my wife was not amused. <br><br>The thing that sat on her side of the bed wasn’t my wife. It was wearing her face, but her eyes were dark and black. She didn’t look at me, she stared at me. There was a difference. When she finally moved, her face barely moved. She could barely move at all, her body didn’t move much at all as she rolled over onto her back. She barely moved her head when she looked at me, and she only moved her lips a small amount when she spoke. <br><br>“Are you trying to ruin my sleep?” She asked. Her voice was not my wife’s voice. That was the real giveaway. It was so deep it was barely above a whisper. But every word was perfectly pronounced. She could barely move, but she could make herself very clear. <br><br>“No, I didn’t mean to. I had to work and I didn’t want to wake you up.” <br><br>“Is everything okay?” She asked. <br><br>“Yes. Everything is fine. Just be careful not to spill anything on the pillow, okay?” I said. I had no idea why I said that, but for some reason I did. <br><br>She didn’t say anything else. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t move, she didn’t react. She just stared at me. And then I eventually couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out of there. I didn’t want to be in the same room as that thing. So I left. I ran to the kitchen, and shut the door so the thing couldn’t find me. I had to call someone. This wasn’t my wife, I knew that much. So who was it? <br><br>Someone recommended a professional, someone who had experience in this kind of thing. I had no idea what kind of thing it was. But I figured the professional did. So they came and talked to me and asked me questions, and then they went into the bedroom and they never came back. I waited for them, and when they didn’t come out, I left. I have never gone back. <br><br>My wife is a pillow now.