The Ceiling Secret

After I got sick, Kane has been taking care of me hand and foot, bringing me tea and water, showering me with endless tenderness. I thought I was the happiest woman in the world until that day when I saw over a dozen female corpses. I screamed and ran for my life. I scrambled under the bed and hid, and the note I found under the bed"He is not your husband. " The words on the note were nothing short of a lightning bolt that struck my heart with devastating force. Footsteps echoed in the distance. I froze for a second, but now, to my ears, it sounded like a curse from the Grim Reaper, sending chills down my spine. Lila, why are you hiding under the bed? In the cramped space, I swallowed again, my forehead damp with sweat, quickly replaced by his usual gentle smile. I quickly hid the note in my bra before he noticed. "Lila, what do you have in your hand? " Intense fear crawled up my scalp. I forced myself to stay calm and shook my head at him. "Just trash. " I dropped my phone and came down to get it. I waved my phone at him and forced a stiff smile. "Be a good girl, Lila. Let me see it, okay? " I wiped the sweat from my palms, crawled out from under the bed, and tried to smile brightly at him. Then I wrapped my arms around Kane's arm affectionately, resting my head on his chest and cooing. ". Okay, whatever my wife says. ". In the past, I would have blushed and brimmed with shy happiness, but at this moment, I stared momentlessly at Kane's retreating back. I looked down at the note in my hand; the handwriting was messy, as if written in a panic. It's okay, it's just a dream. I have amnesia. Kane said it was a leftover from the car accident, but luckily he's been good to me and never left my side. To give me a quieter place to recover, he spent all his savings to buy a villa in the suburbs. To be honest, in the months since I lost my memory, I could feel that Kane really cared about me, but for some reason whenever he tried to be intimate with me, I always felt an inexplicable resistance. Kane never forced me, but I've always been confused. I may have lost my memory, but my body's reactions don't lie. That night, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came out, I couldn't sleep, so I decided to wander around. Somehow, I ended up at the basement. The bright beam of my flashlight hit the lock hanging on the basement door, reflecting its rusted surface.

I was a little scared, but more curious. First day we moved into the villa, Kane told me the basement was an absolute nogo. He said there were unclean things in there and he didn't want me to have nightmares. I searched around and finally found the key under the carpet. I was afraid the flashlight would attract Kane's so I turned it off, but it was so dark. I huddled tightly and I don't know if it was my imagination, but the key felt strange, slippery, and there seemed to be a flash of blood red on it. After pushing open the basement door, a damp, putrid smell rushed toward me. I had smelled this odor before on meat that had been rotting for an entire week. I held my breath instinctively, my heart pounding, but I couldn't help walking inside. The basement was pitch black; I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. The ground felt like walking through a swamp, and my shoes made a squelching, sticky sound. The further I went, the worse the smell got. I pricked up my ears and thought I heard, was there a leak somewhere? The ground was dirty and muddy. The corners were filled with the corpses of unknown insects, and the walls were even moldy, covered in fuzzy hair that made me sick. And there was no one in front of me. I let out a long breath, my chest heaving violently. Sure enough, I was just imagining things. A patch of faded blood spread out in front of me. I saw a mirror standing in front of me. I stepped forward, and my flashlight landed on a coil of thick rope. It was stained with dried blood, then I felt something cold wrap around my toes. Long black hair tangled around my foot, I shook the hair off my feet. A rusted axe leaned against the wall, its blade was caked with something dark, more things scattered across the floor, torn dresses, broken jewelry, a single bloodstained high heel. That's when I looked up.