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

I’m writing this on a laptop in my office. The door is locked and I’ve placed a barricade of chairs and desks in front of it, not that it’ll do much to keep her out if she wants in. My plan is to wait here until I can get a cab here, which is somewhat of a journey as we live in a secluded woods with a long winding lane leading to the nearest town. <br><br>I’m trying not to look at the window as the trees are close to the house and I have no doubt she’d climb the tree and try and get in. The garden is also a bit of a problem as, with all the decorating and DIY we’ve been doing, there are various objects and tools left around here and there. I keep expecting to look down there and see her face staring up the glass, like Antonio Banderas in a scary movie. <br><br>This is all so crazy. Less than 24 hours ago I had a wonderful life and beautiful wife. Now I’m terrified for my safety and am questioning the very nature of reality. <br><br>My wife is a great lady, we’ve been together since college and she was made for me. She looks like an angel, with a heart to match, and is utterly exceptional in every aspect of her life. She’s the kindest, funniest, most passionate person I know and, despite being stunningly pretty and having the body of a super model, she never lets it go to her head. <br><br>Our conversation this morning was just typical of her. I do a lot of rotating shifts at work and one of the drawbacks is that I have to do random drug tests. It’s not a problem, I’ve never touched the stuff in my life, but it’s a pain in my balls to have to do them all the time. I told her that I needed to do a test later on in the day and asked if she could pop to the shop and get me a bottle of water to take with me. <br><br>Off she went without complaint, even though she was in the middle of painting the living room. She came back with the water, a sandwhich and fruit and we sat outside in the garden eating together. We talked about our day, her work, my upcoming test and me getting a promotion at work if all my drug tests came back negative. I told her I was so happy she was in my life, and that I couldn’t imagine spending a day with anyone else. She smiled at me and told me how much she loved me. <br><br>That was just a normal day for us. A normal couple. A normal marriage. The conversations, the laughter, the love. Nothing that indicated what was to come. <br><br>After lunch I went back to work. I had a meeting with some people from head office and was pretty much glued to my office computer for most of the afternoon. I didn’t even break for lunch and had a protein bar at my desk. I wasn’t aware at the time, but this was probably for the best. <br><br>When I got home, my wife had made spaghetti and was in the kitchen cooking it. The smell was divine and really made me appreciate just how lucky I am. I told her how delicious it smelt, kissed her on the cheek and went to the living room to read a book while I waited for the food. <br><br>This is where it starts to go wrong. As I sat on the sofa, I could have sworn I saw my wife peeking at me from around the corner. She popped her head out of the door and quickly pulled it back. When I realized it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, I laughed. <br><br>Then it happened again. This time I was reading my book and saw her stand by the window, again just a quick look. She darted off out of view when she saw me looking towards her. Now I’m not stupid, I put the book down and went to find her. <br><br>I searched the ground floor. She wasn’t there. I tried all the rooms, nothing. It was as if she’d just been spirits. <br><br>I thought she might be in the kitchen, but after all, I did see her there when I got home, right? I finally gave up and returned to the living room. When I sat back on the sofa, I saw her peeking from around the corner again. <br><br>At this point, I don’t know how but I just *knew* it wasn’t my wife. I mean, where did she keep hiding? My gut told me that something was very wrong. <br><br>This time, when she darted out of view, I sprinted towards her. I ran through the hallway and through the doorway to the kitchen, but before I got there, I saw her. My wife. Standing at the hob, cooking dinner, carefree. <br><br>“Hey baby, how you doing?” She said, nonchalantly. <br><br>“I could have sworn I saw you just now. In the living room” She looked at me weirdly, like she was confused as to what I was talking about. <br><br>“I was just cooking dinner. Did you smell the food baby? - it smells so good” <br><br>There was something different about her. I can’t put my finger on what it was, but something was different. Her words, her tone, the way she moved, it was all off somehow. But almost imperceptibly so. <br><br>“Yeah, definitely. Did you call me baby just then?” She called me baby. She never calls me baby. <br><br>“Of course I did. Is everything ok? I was only talking about the food. Are you ok? You seem a little different” <br><br>I thought about all the times I’d seen her in the last 10 minutes, darting from one place to another. I thought about all the places she must have hidden in that time. I thought about the crazy intensity of what was happening to me in my own home. I didn’t even know how to respond. <br><br>“You know what, it’s fine. I’m just hearing and seeing things. I’m gonna eat my dinner now and go to bed” I sat at the dining table and she put a massive plate of food in front of me. <br><br>There was something off about her movements. They were too stiff, too robotic. Not like my wife’s Graceful movements at all. I thought about her smiling at me in the garden. I thought about how nice and genuine that smile was. This just wasn’t her. <br><br>I sat at the table eating the dinner that she had prepared for me. Every mouthful was like a dagger in my stomach. I was terrified that she might have put something in the food and that I’d wake up in some disturbing sex dungeon being tortured. Of course, when I had the thought, I remembered that I had to do a drug test. I willed myself to stop and didn’t finish the food. <br><br>As I stopped, I noticed that she wasn’t in the kitchen anymore. I looked around, she wasn’t there. I looked to the doorway. She was peeking at me from around the corner. I felt a cold shot of adrenaline run the length of my body. <br><br>I knew it wasn’t my wife, or at least the pretender had just slipped up. While she was peeking, the rest of her body was visible behind her. She was wearing a trousers and boots, whereas my wife had a skirt and t-shirt when I last saw her. I had even asked her when she was gonna change for dinner. <br><br>This thing was playing a trick on me. I had to get out of there. <br><br>I’m sitting in my office writing this. My plan is to stay here until my cab gets here and try and get to the safety of a friend’s house. My wife has been peeking at me a few times while I write this. She’s calling my name. I’m shaking as I type this. <br><br>I think I’m going to make a break for the back door. I think she might be expecting that though. I feel like I’m in a bad horror film and the antagonist is waiting for me behind the door. <br><br>I’m on the stairs now, I can hear her toys with objects behind the door. I am literally petrified. Wish me luck. <br><br>**Edit - I'm back safe now. Obviously I can't tell you where I am exactly but if you were the person who offered me the guns, thank you. You were right that I didn't use them, but it did give me the confidence and the feeling of safety needed to get out of there. Also, please don't bother messaging about the contract. It's too weird for me at the moment. I appreciate the offer, but am not yet at the point where I can consider suicide as such a viable option. **<br><br>**Edit 2 - Ignore the troll above. I think someone has been blocked**