Louise and I had recently moved into her late grandmother’s spacious house. It was the perfect start to a new chapter in our lives – no more worrying about rent and more room for us to start a family. We were thrilled with the new beginning.
But there was something peculiar about our new home. Among all the renovations we made to personalize the space, there was one room that Louise guarded with great secrecy – the second bathroom near our bedroom. She pleaded with me to respect her privacy and not go in. Although I couldn’t understand why, I loved my wife and trusted that she would eventually let me in on her secret.
Weeks turned into months, and my curiosity grew more intense. What could be so secretive about a bathroom? One evening, unable to resist any longer, I decided to satisfy my curiosity while Louise was fast asleep.
As I tiptoed into the bathroom, something caught my eye – a small hole emitting a mysterious red glow in the corner. As I peered through the hole, I was met with a sight that sent a chill down my spine – dozens of eyes staring back at me, intensified by the eerie red glow.
Before I could react, Louise’s voice echoed in the bathroom, catching me in the act. Furious, she demanded to know why I was there. Caught off guard, I stumbled for an explanation, “I was just washing my hands,” I stammered.
Realizing that I had seen what was behind the wall, Louise confronted me. And so begins the journey to uncover the truth behind my wife’s mysterious bathroom rule.
