Ghost Stories

The Wife Who Never Ever Spoke

A husband prone to fits of violence.

A wife who argues and argues.

A child who will not, will not talk.

Here we go!

The man, the husband, was not a happy person in the slightest. The mother was spending too much; she was slacking in just about everything around the house....yadda yadda yadda. Whatever.

The child was somewhere, somewhere not in the house...

The mother then said something and the husband, finally snapping, grabbed the nearest object and swung. It made a sickening thunk as it connected with the woman's head.

....And down, down, down she went. Dead as a door nail.

Never to wake again!

Blood all over her face, coming from her head.

"Huh?!" Realizing his mistake (and also snapping out of his fit of rage), he grabbed the body and hurriedly stuffed it inside of of the walls.

He then decided that he would never tell what had happened. If anyone was to ask, he would say that she had left him for good.

Yeah. That sounded great.

But what would he tell his son? His son who never talked, but followed his mother around like a chick. He obviously adored her.

Day after day, night after night, the father waited. Waited, waited, waited for his son to ask "Where's Mother?" 

But he never did.

A year had almost passed when the father couldn't take his son's silence anymore. Almost tenderly and fatherly (not like he had been for the past year, all nervous around him), he asked: "Do you want to know where your mother is, -------?"

The boy paused his video game and turned around, suddenly smiling so creepily. "Why, she's right behind you!"

The father jolted. What...? He turned around and almost jumped out of his skin. For, behind, behind, behind him was his wife with blood running down her face and wearing a completely sadistic smile.