About a year ago, my husband and I went to visit our friends in a country house. The day flew by quickly and cheerfully — we grilled kebabs, drank beer and had a heart-to-heart conversation. After that, everyone went to bed.
My husband and I went to bed in a fairly spacious corner room with a balcony. It was going to be a stuffy night, so I left the balcony open.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up from a feeling of incomprehensible anxiety and hopelessness. I wanted to howl at the top of my voice, like dogs sometimes howl. The room was quiet. It was so quiet that I could hear the breathing of the person in the next room, but not a single sound existed... Only darkness, night and silence.
Panic came over me—I couldn't even hear my husband. I listen carefully, looking for his breathing, but I hear absolutely nothing. I turn to my spouse. He had thrown off the blanket in his sleep, and now the side of the man I loved was dimly white in the inky darkness. The side did not move when breathing.
I touched my sleeping husband's shoulder, which was absolutely icy, colder than ice. For a minute I realized what had happened, and then I began to panic, pushing him away, screaming, but I didn't hear anything. And then the husband fell to the floor in a white spot, and then unnaturally quickly rushed towards the balcony and disappeared into the hopeless darkness.
I froze, turned my gaze to the bed — my faithful was lying next to me and peacefully snoring in his sleep. The sounds and the light of the lantern in the courtyard returned. I couldn't sleep until the next morning, trembling with fear and afraid to utter a single word.
Several years have passed since that time, and the incident has gradually been forgotten, but the despair that consumed me that night is impossible to forget, as well as to understand what happened.
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