I MURDERED MY WIFE
It happened so quickly—quicker than I had imagined.
The moment my wife stepped out of the shower, I charged at her, knife in hand, slamming her into the bathroom wall. She grabbed the shower curtain and ripped it from the bar as she fell into the slippery tub.
As we fought, she became entangled in the wet plastic. I covered her mouth when she attempted to scream, and then I sloppily stabbed her over and over and over again.
What seemed liked hours ended up only being mere seconds as she became limp. It amazed me how fast life could be taken away from someone. I stood up and examined my blood-soaked self in the mirror when my phone alerted me of a text message.
I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that it was from my wife, telling me she was going to be home in ten minutes.
That’s when I heard the sound of crinkling plastic behind me as the thing in the tub began to get up.