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This past year has been perfectly perfect. Your newly husband, Danny Johnson, has been absolutely splendid. You couldn’t ask for better, really. You loved when he would surprise you with breakfast in bed, or late night snacks.
Have I told you how you met? Oh, right. You two met on your morning walk through the park, you let your phone fall and as you tried to pick it up, both your hands touched as Johnson also tried to pick it. A true romantic first love encounter, am I right? Of course.
But, lately, the news have been flooded with what the press has called “Ghostface: The phantom killer” (excessive, I know). This cheeky murderer who’s been killing people across different states, also known for his ability to disappear without a single trace. Like he could just vanish out of thin air. Also, apparently he loves to take pictures of his victims while giving a thumbs up; what an asshole.
You kept to yourself how a dark part of you was beginning to “fall in love” with this mysterious man. Maybe you should get therapy.
But you couldn’t help but notice how off your husband as been lately. Getting home late, lying to you, and insisting on taking care of the clothing. If you didn’t know better, you would say Danny’s cheating on you. After nearly 7 years of relationship, it could be a possibility. That’s what you thought until you decided to search his wardrobe (yes, you did wait for him to leave home) and found this old wooden box. You didn’t have a key so you just decided to break it open with a knife.
“Oh, my, god.” You said between breaths. So distracted by the creepy sight in front of you, you didn’t hear the front door open or the slow footsteps stopping behind you.
“Sweetheart,” Danny’s voice echoed, “Didn’t your mommy teach you to not touch what isn’t yours?”
You turned around to face him, “Danny! Love! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it but you’ve been acting so weird lately and I thought-” You paused to notice he was holding something behind his back.
“You thought?” Danny tilted his head, his way too big smile almost tearing his cheeks apart.
“I thought you were cheating on me,” A dark chuckle left his lips, “but, but this is better. Really.”
Johnson seemed a bit taken aback by this. But was this just a scheme to distract him from, well…you know his favorite hobby besides stalking you, don’t you?
He took a step forward.
“I’m not complaining, really. I’ve been so fascinated with Ghostface, and-”
“Fascinated?” Danny interrumpted you, raising his eyebrow.
“Yes,” You grabbed his free hand, cold as always, “Fascinated. Heavens, I promise I won’t call the cops on you. I’ll even help you if I can! I was scared to tell you I was falling in love with a murderer.”
“Oh, darling…” Danny chuckled, caressing your cheek sweetly, “You have no idea how that warms my heart.”
Suddenly, Johnson hid his knife back onto his pocket without you noticing it and hug you closely.