04/11/2025
My husband forced me to kiss his brother. I didn’t know his brother had been dead for 4 years.
It all began that night when my husband asked me to take some food to a lonely room in our house.
No one has ever been to that room ever since we got married and he had told me his younger brother was the last person who stayed there.
Whenever I asked about his brother, he would fake a smile and give excuses.
“Are you sure you’re not interested in my younger brother?” he would always tease.
But that wasn’t what scared me. What truly frightened me was that each time I dropped food in that room, by the next day, the plate would be empty.
At first, I thought maybe my husband was the one eating the food. So, one night, I locked our bedroom door and hid the key to make sure he wouldn’t leave while I slept.
The next morning, I woke up to find him still sleeping. The key was right where I kept it.
That meant he didn’t leave the room. Yet, when I went to check the food, it was gone again—only the plate was left.
Confused, I decided to look around the room more carefully. That’s when I noticed a small door in the corner.
I took a few steps toward it, but before I could reach it, I heard my husband’s voice behind me.
“Hey, what are you looking for? Babe, just do what I asked you to do,” he said firmly.
I quietly walked out, but instead of following me, he shut the door and stayed inside.
Something told me to eavesdrop. When I leaned closer, I heard him whisper, “I will fulfill my promise to you.....just hold a little.”
I didn’t know who he was talking to or what promise he meant, but I convinced myself he was probably on the phone with a business partner.
Two weeks later, when I returned from the market, I saw a strange young man—probably in his early twenties—sitting in our living room.
“Our wife, welcome! Let me help you,” he said, rushing over to assist me.
I froze. Before I could speak, my husband came out of the room and said, “That’s my younger brother I’ve been telling you about.”
I wanted to doubt it, but the resemblance was clear.
A few hours later, while I was recording myself cooking, I asked him to pass me the salt. He did—but strangely, he avoided being seen on camera.
He told me to stretch my hand out to take it instead. I hesitated, but as I reached out, I saw something in the camera’s reflection when he leaned closer.
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