11/18/2025
Each morning, the young bride carefully laid fresh sheets — unaware that her mother-in-law would one day lift the blanket and uncover the blood beneath....When Emily Patterson married Daniel Harris, she thought she’d stepped into a dream. The Harris family owned a sprawling ranch in Montana, and Daniel’s mother, Margaret, seemed the kind of woman whose approval mattered more than anyone’s. From the first night in the old farmhouse, Emily vowed to be the perfect wife—tidy, cheerful, and uncomplaining.
Every morning, before dawn, she changed their bedsheets. Every single day. Margaret noticed, though she said nothing at first. She’d watch Emily carry a basket of fresh linens through the hall, lips pressed into a polite smile, as if afraid of making noise.
It was strange, Margaret thought. Daniel worked twelve-hour shifts at the veterinary clinic, and Emily stayed home. There were no children, no illness, no reason for that much laundry.
After two weeks, the curiosity turned to quiet suspicion.
One morning, when Daniel had left for work and Emily went to hang sheets behind the house, Margaret entered their bedroom. She lifted the blanket, just to straighten it—then froze.
There, beneath the crisp white cotton, was a dark, rusty stain that spread across the mattress pad. Fresh blood.
Her first thought was the unthinkable—violence. But there were no bruises on Emily, no arguments in the night.
When Emily returned, Margaret stood waiting by the bed.
“Emily,” she said carefully, “you don’t have to be afraid here. Are you hurt? Is Daniel—?”
Emily’s eyes widened, terrified. “No! He’d never—never hurt me.”
Margaret glanced down at the stain again. “Then what is this?”
For a long moment, Emily said nothing. Her lips trembled. Then she whispered, “Please… don’t tell him. It’s me. It happens every night.”
The older woman frowned. “Every night?”
Emily nodded, tears brimming. “I wake up and—it’s there. I try to hide it. I thought it would stop.”
Margaret sat down on the edge of the bed, heart pounding. “You mean you’re bleeding in your sleep?”
Emily nodded again. Her voice was barely audible. “I don’t know why. I haven’t told anyone.”
For the first time, Margaret saw not a nervous daughter-in-law, but a frightened young woman—barely twenty-two—trying to hold a marriage together with a secret she couldn’t explain.
That morning, as the wind howled over the Montana plains, Margaret decided she would find out what was happening to Emily—no matter what it revealed...Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All comments 👇
