Got You

Wanna play a game?

My husband hates my girl doll. He says that its big smile gives him creep. I laugh. My doll doesn't even have a smile.

I sneak up from behind and hold my doll in front of him.

"BOO!"
"ARGHHH!", he screams.
I roll over the bed laughing, "Got you!".

He snatches the doll from my hand and puts it inside the closet and closes its door.

I wake up in the middle of the night as my husband shakes me awake.

"What?"
"Babe, I heard knocks coming from the closet."
"Don't be silly", I reply.

I fall back asleep but wake up again with a knocking sound. I turn around but find the bedside beside me empty.

Knock! Knock!

I sit up straight. It's coming from the closet.

"Honey?", I call out. But my husband is nowhere to be seen.

Knock! Knock!

I get up from bed and slowly walk toward the closet, and open the door.

"BOO!"

I scream as my husband comes out of the closet laughing, "Got you!"

"This is not funny!", I snap angrily and go back to bed without saying another word.

Next night...

Knock! Knock!

I wake up and turn. He's not in bed again. So I soundlessly walk toward the closet and open the door.

I didn't scream. I couldn't.

Because inside the closet, my husband's severed head is facing me, placed next to the doll. The words carved on his forehead say, "Got you!".

Before I passed out, I swear I saw a big smile on that doll's face.

THE END.