Hi, Thank you for decieding to read my first story. I hope you enjoy it.
-B
I noticed something wrong with my husband Jack. He is not acting like himself. Usually he is upbeat and happy, but lately he is just not himself. He had been talking about his family lately, even though he was an orphan. His eyes are sunken in and his skin is pale. His brown eyes and hair are changing color. I thought I had something to do with his family and so I suggested he go see someone about them. He just stared at me then got up to walk away. That night, he accidently woke me when he left the bed at around midnight and when I got up to go after him, he was gone. I know he didn’t leave the house because his car was still in the garage. I walked back to our bedroom and found the closet door wide open and a small square hole cut out in the back. I crawled through the hole and down a narrow hallway to a small room that I didn’t know existed. The room was filled with marionette puppets on shelves and in display cases. I found Jack cradling a puppet that looked awfully familiar. His eyes and hair were now completely black and grey and he looked sickly. When I was close enough to him, he looked me in the eyes and said, “Meet my family, Carrie.”
