𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈.

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For as long as I could remember, Hobie never lived in the same house as me until we got married. He was the perfect husband. Very kind, intelligent and thoughtful. He was the no nonsense kind of guy. Because being childish and trying to scare me was something he didn't do anymore.

We don't even watch horror movies together because I have such deep rooted PTSD with what he put me through, extensive therapy and long talks kind of helped the healing process; but on occasion I'll sit next to him on the couch with The Conjuring playing in the background just because I knew he loved scary movies. I was so scared I couldn't make it through the whole movie though—at least not anymore. Except Hobie loved them, which made this all too weird on how he started acting.

"Come on, Elvis. I just fed ya." I grumbled with my back leaning against the counter with a bowl of cereal in my hands. I was dressed in the normal work attire at the new firm Karl opened up. Deja and June were head of the
company, I was the Executive Officer and times were fun.

"Fine, just give me a second". I turned around to place the bowl in the sink when my heart almost jumped out of my chest when I happened to notice Hobie staring at me from the corner entrance of the living room. The rest of his body was concealed behind the wall, nearly dropping the bowl on Elvis as he barked behind my legs.

"Fuck, Hobie." I said, placing the bowl in the sink. "You scared the fuck out of me."

He immediately moved his head back behind the wall and scurried out of view after being caught. By the time I got to the entrance of the living room, he was already out of sight.

The next incident happened just two days after. I was tired from work and wanted to get some food after coming home late. 2am to be exact. Hobie texted and let me know that there was food in the fridge he cooked for me, wrapped up on the second shelf to the left. The light from the fridge was the only thing that kept a consistent low glow, it didn't hurt my eyes either.

I had this sudden strong urge I was being watched, the only reason I knew my thought was right was because I heard a faint hushed laughter from behind the counter, right near the table. I slipped out the biggest knife there was in my knife holder, holding it out in front of me.

I wholeheartedly expected to see an intruder hiding behind the island, not my husband hiding under the table with his smile spread out wide, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He was peeking at me from between the chair legs, then he took off crawling at me at such a fast pace that I had no time to react, falling to my ass. I watched as he crawled at me with that possessed smile on his face like a spider. When he was right in front of my face, he stared right into my eyes and turned to crawl the other way. His hands and feet smacking against the floor.