One night, I woke bruised, with a strange tattoo-like script etched on my chest. She admitted, “I did it while you were asleep.” But I wasn’t a deep sleeper. How could she mark me permanently without me noticing?

The Revelation

Days later, she handed me juice. Minutes after drinking, my vision blurred. Before collapsing, I saw a shadowy man standing behind her.

When I woke, the mark on my chest was gone. Soon after, I found her in a hidden room, caressing her belly in front of a mirror, whispering, “We’re going to be a family now.”

My heart stopped. We had never been intimate—so whose child was she carrying?

Through my camera lens, I saw him: a tall figure with horns, hands on her stomach. To the naked eye, only her reflection.

That night, for the first time, she invited me into her bed. But as I climaxed, I saw him inside her—sharing her with me.

From then on, he followed me—shadows at work, in dreams, even in my car. One night, I looked into my rearview mirror and saw him reaching for me. Terrified, I crashed into a river.

Impact. Darkness.

Then I woke—gasping, drenched in sweat. Just a nightmare.

Or was it?

From the bathroom, I heard her moaning again—alone.

Now I can’t shake the question:

Was it only a dream— Or a warning of the life I’m about to enter?

The End