Summary
On the third night after our wedding, I discovered that my husband lit a lamp every night at the stroke of midnight.
He forbade me from making a sound, forbade me from lifting my head, and above all, forbade me from looking at the shadow behind the lamp.
At first, I thought he was keeping a mistress.
That was until the night the wind blew out the flame.
I saw him kneeling before the bed, crying out to me, “Wife, save me!” And there, behind the bed curtains, another “me” sat. Watching us in total silence.