I Thought My Wife Was Playing a Game...

Something is wrong with my wife...

At first, it was easy to laugh off. My wife kept peeking at me from behind a doorframe, or the couch. A harmless game. But it didn’t stop. She began watching me from around corners, underneath furniture... to the point where I never feel safe in my own home.

This is a slow-burn psychological horror story, exploring paranoia, intimacy, and the terrifying feeling that the person you trust most may be hiding something just out of sight...