Texts From Sarah

t's a Saturday night. Sarah and Henry are cuddling up on their navy-blue, leather couch covered in a blanket, enjoying each other's company. 

Their dimly lit room enhances the lighting of the tv to max.

The rustling of red leaves on the oak tree by their window provides a tranquil atmosphere.

"Doesn't this feel nice? Finally getting some time to ourselves." Sarah says, grinning widely.

"Yes, it sure does." Henry responds back, kissing her on the cheek. "What movie do you wanna watch?"

"Hmm let's see." She grabs the remote and scrolls through the movie section of Netflix.

Henry pours Sarah and himself a glass of wine.

"Oh, not Pinot Noir. I prefer Cheverny." She says, taking hold of his hand.

"Really Sarah? White wine? You've always been a red wine lover." He says, puzzled. "We don't even have any white wine." Looking at the top shelf of the pantry, Henry rearranges the variety of luxurious red wines, searching for white wine that he knows very well isn't there. He gives up and closes the pantry door, leaving an empty space in the middle of the liquor for the Pinot Noir to be placed back.

"Look again, you'll find it." She says, not sparing him a glance. Her full attention is to the tv in front of her.

Henry sighs before opening the pantry door again. "I've went through all of our liquor. We don't own any-"

His eyes widen at the sight of a Cheverny wine bottle situated in the middle of all the red wines. "-white wine?"  He stares at the bottle, examining it from all angles. Is he seeing things? He swears that bottle wasn't there when he checked.

"Henry, hurry up. I put on 'The Conjuring'."

Henry snaps his head back. "The Conjuring?!" He exclaimed. "You hate horror movies." He said with his mouth agape.

Sarah is acting weird today.

He grabs the bottle and sits back down on the couch. "Hey, are you feeling, ok?" He implores, pouring her a glass of white wine and red Pinot Noir for himself.

Ding. A notification pops up on his screen. The contact reads "Sarah."

Sarah: Henry. It's me, your wife.

Sarah: Your real wife.

Henry furrows his brows. This person has got to be a stalker or a prankster of some sort. His wife, Sarah, is right next to him.

He shakes his head and places his phone next to him.

"Yeah." She says simply, taking a sip of her wine. "Just shut up and enjoy the movie." She chuckles, eyeing his messages.

"Ok." He raises his hands up in defense. "I'll focus on the movie."

15 minutes into the movie, Henry notices the flickering of the cir cline LED lights above them.

"Ignore it, honey. "Sarah says patting his thigh. 

Then he hears pitter-patter against the window. Rain. He watched the weather forecast this morning; a thunderstorm is approaching.

Boom. A flash of lightening lights up the sky with the thunder following after.

"Ignore that. It makes the movie spookier." Sarah smiles while taking a sip of her wine.

Her smile. Her lips extend upward to her cheekbones and her teeth show in the process. It reminds him of Pennywise.

He must be seeing things.