My Girlfriend & I
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thefoxglove
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A couple's movie night takes a turn for the worse.

My Girlfriend & I

My girlfriend and I get together every Thursday evening, without fail. It’s our special TV and takeaway night for just the two of us.

We cuddle up in bed, turn off all the lights, and escape from the world for the whole evening.

This particular Thursday night, we were at her house. Squeezed in her lumpy, single bed, because the rest of her roommates were out.

It was approaching 11pm, and we were halfway through the movie ‘Scream.” The room was dark, aside from the continuous flickering of the television screen illuminating our faces.

“Will you go and make us some coffees, babe?” She asked me. “Course.” I replied, and crawled over her to get out of bed.

I yawned as I jogged down to the kitchen.

Clattering around the dim, messy room, I attempted to find clean mugs to use.

With coffees successfully made, I walked back up toward the bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, I heard my girlfriend say, “Thanks babe.” from her room. I froze.

I looked through the bannister and saw a man’s shadow on the wall of the bedroom. Why wasn’t my girlfriend reacting? Why wasn’t she afraid?

My chest hurt. And my heart felt like it completely stopped for a moment. I was standing still in the dark, watching the shadow of a strange man in my girlfriend’s bedroom.

“You are very welcome.” The man replied.

She wasn’t afraid because… The man was… me. The shadow disappeared, and I heard the creak of the mattress as he… I… joined my girlfriend in bed.

The film resumed. I remained in the same spot, with my eyes wide like a rabid dog. What should I do? What can I do? I thought to myself as my knuckles slowly burned from the heat of the coffee mugs.

That’s when I heard the noise that I’ll never forget. An unrecognisable, harsh crack.

I stood in the middle of the staircase, in the dark, for a long time after that. I couldn’t tell you how long, but I do know that the coffees went cold.

I plucked up the courage to investigate. I shuffled with my back to the wall, and peaked round the door frame.

At first all I could see was the credits rolling on the television. Then I saw her. Sat upright on the bed was my girlfriend, right where I left her…

Her head was drooping down. Her chin was resting on her chest. I turned on the light, and outstretched my hand to wake her up.

Her eyes were open. … But she was dead.

Vomit shot up my throat. I ran out of the room. I anonymously called an ambulance from my car, then got the fuck out of there.

…It has been 24 hours since I found my dead girlfriend. And it has been one hour since she started knocking at my front door.

Knock… Knock… Knock… She keeps calling my name. Telling me that she won’t leave until I let her inside…

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