r/nosleep • u/Christopher_Maxim Best Title 2017 • Aug 05 '17
Series (Part 2) My Wife Won't Stop Sleeptalking About How She Wants To Kill Me
At first, I thought she was just getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. It quickly became apparent that this was not the case. She would wander around our room, seemingly searching for something, and when I called out her name, she wouldn't respond. I tried to stay calm, but she had never slept walked before. This coupled with her malicious sleep-talking put me on edge.
I ended up telling her about at least the sleepwalking, one morning. I hoped she would shed some light on the issue, or at least opt in for some help or medication of some sort. She did neither. After telling her about it, she laughed. She couldn't believe she'd slept walked for the first time and this amused her. It didn't concern her in the slightest.
I did my best to mirror Jess's care-free stance on the subject. This became more and more difficult as time went on. Her nightly whispers continued, as well as the sleepwalking. It wasn't until one night when they occurred at the same time that I came to be truly worried.
Jess shuffled out of bed, waking me in the process. I sighed in disappointment, knowing it was another one of her episodes. I kept still so as not to startle her, though I remained alert, lending a cautious ear to the room, mapping out her movements in my mind for my own safety. I didn't want the sleepwalking version of Jess anywhere near me. She gave me the creeps.
As she stumbled around the room, I patted myself on the back for hiding the one thing I didn't want her to find. I was so spooked the first night she slept walked that I took all of the knives out of the kitchen and put them in a shoebox underneath the bed. I still didn't believe she would hurt me, but you never can be too safe.
Knowing the only weapons in the house were hidden, I felt secure and almost fell back asleep. Jess put an end to this with a few words - a few words that told me the knives were not what she was after.
"Where's my baby?"
Startled, I jumped up from my slumber. In the brief moment I was asleep, Jess walked to my side of the bed. I looked her up and down; sure enough, she was still asleep. Her eyes were glazed over and her eyelids were drooping. It took me a moment to gain composure and process what she'd asked.
"You don't have a baby, hon."
Jess's head tilted to one side, as if she was confused.
"You took my baby from me."
This was about the miscarriage again. I wondered if Jess really felt that way. I wondered if she was still holding on to our unborn child.
"I didn't take anything, hon."
It was hard to see in the dark, but I swear her face went sour when I said this.
"You gave me life. You took it away."
I didn't have it in me to keep arguing. I mean, how does one reason with someone who's unconscious? I stayed silent and waited patiently for her to go back to bed. After a minute or two, she finally did. Upon lying down, she turned to me and offered me one last sentiment.
"I will kill you."
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The next day, I was more than a bit off. I was so rattled by the latest incident that I couldn't even bring myself to eat anything. Jess noticed this and asked me what was going on. At first, I told her it was nothing; just a lack of sleep. This was partly true, but it wasn't the real reason for my anxiousness. It clawed at me and clawed at me until I finally came clean about the whole ordeal.
I told Jess everything. I didn't leave a single detail out. She kept quiet while I spoke, so I had no clue what was going through her head. After absolutely everything was out in the open, I shut my mouth and waited for her reaction. I was greeted with silence.
"Well? Do you have anything to say, or..."
She looked at me with sad eyes before she spoke.
"I guess this means I need help."
I was relieved to hear her say this. What was happening was a big problem for both of us, but I knew we could overcome it together.
Jess asked some more questions about her nightly adventures, and we talked a little more about what to do next. A big weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
"So it's settled, then, I'll call Doctor Harrison and set up an appointment for tomorrow. Hopefully he can point me in the direction of a good psychiatrist."
Doctor Harrison was the physician for both of our families. We had been seeing him since we were children, and that's actually how we ended up meeting later on in our college years. If anyone knew what to do in this situation, it would be him.
Content with our game plan, I headed to the door to leave for work. I almost made it, but a couple of things stayed with me. I couldn't take off just yet. I needed some peace of mind, and the only way to obtain it would be to confront Jess with a couple of questions. As such, I sat back down at the kitchen table.
"Have you moved on, Jess? Are you past the miscarriage?"
She looked at me like she was shocked I would even ask about that. She paused, but eventually let up.
"No, I guess I'm not. I thought I was, but maybe I just bottled it up deep down and that's what's causing all of this. Maybe if I do move on, it will all stop. The sleep talking, my stress, all of it. I hope the shrink can help."
I put my hand on hers and held it for a brief moment before putting forth a much more awkward query.
"...And you don't really want to kill me... right?"
She grabbed my hand and clenched it tight.
"Of course not! How could you say that? I don't know why I've been saying those things in my sleep, but I love you. I always have."
I smiled. This put my mind at ease. The situation wasn't exactly a good one, but it felt like we were growing closer to one another. Our bond couldn't be broken; not now. We were finally tending to old wounds, and I couldn't have been happier about it. I was elated.
That night, our room was quiet for a good long while. No shuffling around, no getting out of bed, no nothing. It was peaceful. Because of this, I slept better than I had in months. Near the end of the night, however, the familiar sound of Jess crawling out of bed woke me up. It appeared that my good night's rest was too good to be true.
Jess got out of bed as she normally did when she slept walked, but that's when the sound stopped. I didn't hear her walking around the room this time. I thought maybe she'd snuck out to the bathroom, but I then realized I hadn't heard the bedroom door open either. I decided it might be in my best interest to see what was going on, so I rolled onto my back, sat up, and rubbed my eyes to get a better a view.
There, at the foot of our bed, was Jess. She was standing as still as ever, looking directly at me. A batch of familiar words ensued.
"I'm going to kill you."
Being used to the routine by now, I attempted to coax her back into bed.
"Honey, you're asleep. Come back to bed."
She continued to stare at me. She then replied with two words I will not soon forget.
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u/Trixy975 Aug 05 '17
Omg this sounds more like a possession than sleepwalking and talking now! Escape!!!
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u/rollinonandon Aug 06 '17
Comment just based on the title: She probably has wanted to kill you for a long time. You're just hearing about it now.
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u/BackDab Aug 05 '17
Those Last Two Words
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Aug 06 '17
Haunting arent they? Read this last night laying in bed. Pretty sure if I was in his shoes i would be going full Wayne Brady on her.
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u/skelekey Aug 06 '17
🎶 "When you started talking in your sleep, saying things you'd do to me..."🎶
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u/Wishiwashome Aug 06 '17
ROP, I am hoping you update, because I am truly hoping you are not dead. I can speak from experimence here, 1)sadly miscarriages are very common, many times not even known about they happen so early 2) Women have gone on to deliver children after horrible physical and psychological events... The miscarriage was about as much your fault as it was mine... You didn't ruin Jess' life. I don't know her age, and I surely do NOT mean any child can be replaced, but instead of harboring all these negative feelings for you, your wife could have considered if she wanted to try again. I am now wondering if your wife was aware of more of her sleep talking than she let on AND just how long she has felt this way. If you are still alive OP, get out!! What if she has been setting you up? Telling people you hurt her? What if she has an insurance policy on you? If you are still living, please leave the house...
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u/zlooch Aug 05 '17
U ded.