I’ve never had sex without a condom in my life, yet my wife is 6 months pregnant and the only person I’ve ever slept with

It’s only been a couple of months since we found out, and I’ve spent every waking moment thinking about it. I’ve been faithful, and I know she has too. I remember the day we sat down to talk about it for the first time. She was looking at me with tears in her eyes, and I was expecting her to tell me the truth - she was cheating on me and the baby was from the other man. I braced myself to hear the news, but it never came. She was just as confused as I was, and eventually convinced me to accept our fate. Maybe I was drunk, maybe I made a mistake, but the truth is I don’t even remember it ever happening.<br><br>I know I’m not a saint, I sometimes get stubborn and drunk and do things that I later come to regret. I’m often tricked into doing things I don’t want to do, and my friends like to bully me into doing stuff I don’t like. They have something on me, something that makes them think they can control me. “Just do it or we’ll tell your wife. I’m sure she wants to know about it.” Yeah, after hearing that, I’d do anything. That’s why I’m so afraid that they were right the whole time. I’m afraid that I took the risk one night when I was too drunk to remember.<br><br>But all these thoughts don’t matter anymore. My wife is pregnant with our first child, and it could be mine. It’s wrong to think that way, and I know I have a problem, but I promise you we’ve been together for years and have never slept together without any protection. We take precautions, we’re careful, and we’re faithful to each other. But still, here we are. Pregnant, and confused. Today was the day we went for an ultrasound, to see our little baby for the first time. We were so excited, but also scared that we’d notice something different in the way the baby looked. When we got back home, I needed to show something to my wife. I took out my wallet, the one I’ve had for years, and opened it to show her something that I wouldn’t forget even if I was drunk.<br><br>On the side of the wallet, there’s a small picture of a cross. I got it as a present from my grandmother after I got beat up for no reason in high school. I was told to always carry it with me, for protection. I never forgot to do that. And you see, that’s what’s weird about it. If I always carry it with me, then why was it missing on the night of Sarah’s birthday party? I don’t remember it happening, but one of my friends came up to me and said, “Hey, nice job last night. I don’t know how you did it, but Sarah seems really satisfied today. Don’t think your wife would appreciate it.”<br><br>That’s all I need to hear to do something I don’t want to do. So I did, I slept with Sarah. And I don’t remember it because I was drunk. But I don’t remember it for another reason too, and that reason is that I never did it. And Sarah thinks I did, and my friends think I did, but it never happened. Or at least it didn’t happen in real life anyway. You know, I sometimes talk in my sleep. And you see, that’s another reason why they all think I did it. They tell me how I was talking in my sleep, about all the filthy things I did with Sarah at her birthday party. They tell me how proud I should be of myself for managing to convince her to do those things with me. They tell me how they wish they could’ve seen it for themselves, and that it’s a shame I don’t remember it.<br><br>I think I’ve figured out what happened. I think they’re right; I did do it. I remember that the wallet was missing. I remember I was drunk. And that’s all you need for it to happen. But you see, I never cheated on my wife. I never slept with Sarah. I was just talking in my sleep, describing things I would never do. But then how did the baby end up in my wife’s womb? I know I’m not crazy; I just know it. I promise, I know it. And I also know I never took the risk on any given night. Unless… I don’t know, maybe I did. Unless one night, I did take the risk and my wife got pregnant. Unless one night, I didn’t and someone else did it for me. Unless one night, I did something I’d never do, unless one night I did something I’d never think of, unless one night I did the unthinkable. Unless…<br><br>Unless it wasn’t me. Unless it was someone else, hiding under my bed. Someone who listens to my talks at nights. And that’s how I know I’m not crazy. I don’t know how they do it, I don’t know what they are, but I know they’re real. Last week I was so drunk I didn’t even make it to bed. When I woke up, I was back home, and my wife told me she found me talking in my sleep again, talking about some of the filthy things I did with her friend. I don’t remember it, I wasn’t even drunk enough to remember it, but I just know I never did it. I’m not that kind of person. But the truth is, maybe I am that kind of person. Maybe I’m the monster they want me to be, maybe I’m the one doing all these things. But I know I’m not. I know because I know what they are. They’re the same creatures I saw hiding under my bed when I was a kid. They’re the same creatures that watched me while I slept and listened to me while I talked. They’re the same creatures that would do unspeakable things to me at night, all because of the powers my great aunt gave me.<br><br>You don’t know about my great aunt? You don’t know why my friends have been bullying me my entire life? You don’t know why I’m writing this right now, begging you for help? It’s quite simple. When I was 10 years old, my great aunt gave me a small book. She told me to always carry it with me, for protection, and I’ve been doing that ever since. She told me never to open the book, to never look at it, because if I do, not only will I lose my protection, but I’ll also be giving them the powers they want so badly. They’ve been after me my entire life, and my friends have been their Slut, their biting dog. You see, they only need me for one thing - to get their hands on that book. They need the powers it holds, and they know I’m too scared to ever give them to them.<br><br>What they didn’t know, is that I’ve been reading the book my entire life. They didn’t know I was getting stronger, and I didn’t know myself until two months ago. When my wife got pregnant, I finally understood why they wanted me in the first place. But more importantly, I also understood I was the only one who could stop them. I’ve been reading the book since I was a kid, and now I have the power to destroy them. But you see, I’ve been reading the book since I was a kid, and now I’m one of them too. You may think I’m crazy, but I know I’m right. My wife is pregnant with the baby of a creature that hides under my bed, and tonight, after they come for me, I’ll finally understand what I am.